"IQ is too low to even sit and discuss Dao with."
The middle-aged man walked away with his hands behind his back, looking regretful.
"If I stay any longer, I'll go crazy even if I wasn't ill."
Tang Ming clutched his chest in pain.
"Tang Ming?"
Just when Tang Ming felt worse than death, a voice full of surprise and suspicion suddenly rang out.
"Hmm?"
Tang Ming paused slightly, looking blankly in the direction of the voice. Then, he widened his eyes in shock. How could he run into someone he knows?
A young man with a beard growled through his teeth from his wheelchair, "It's really you, you bastard."
"Sun Zhuangjia?"
Tang Ming stood up, looking at Sun Zhuangjia in shock, "Shouldn't you be in Songhai City, how did you end up here?"
"Hahaha, it's all thanks to you."
Sun Zhuangjia laughed wildly, then immediately turned his wheelchair and sped away.
"Hey, don't run! It's hard to meet someone familiar, let's have a chat."
Tang Ming quickly chased after him.
