Xiang Wenxin was still a bit curious, turned her head and looked at Liu Zhizhong, "You know Changsha Island? You actually know?"
Liu Zhizhong smiled and recounted the story of a university friend from years ago.
Finally, he said, "It's been years since graduation, and we haven't kept in touch. I wonder where this brother has settled down now!"
"Oh, haha, so he's your good buddy, your good brother!"
"Haha, I guess you could say that! At university, this guy was very honest and simple, just like me. We both came from really humble backgrounds, so we got along pretty well. Back then, I liked martial arts, and so did he; he often practiced with me. In terms of skills, he wasn't as good as me, but still pretty decent."
"Hmm... such a good brother, yet you don't keep in touch? If he's doing well, then you're both doing well; if he's not, you could probably help him out a bit!"
