Li Zhiyuan replayed the words he had said earlier in his mind.
No, when he narrated, he was actually following his usual habit of passing the conversation to Tan Wenbin.
Because of Tan Wenbin's presence, he could say less. After Tan Wenbin understood some things, he could help Li recount them to others.
But this time, when he handed over the conversation, Tan Wenbin responded, but in an extremely normal way of joking and laughing it off.
And yet he felt no sense of abnormality at all—was it because the other's acting was too good?
Or was it that the other was not acting at all?
Li Zhiyuan looked at Xue Liangliang and asked, "Brother Liang, think back, when you were on the tractor coming back, what did you talk about with that 'me'?"
Xue Liangliang: "To you—I mean, to that fake you, I talked about a lot of my discoveries on the construction site, and then that fake you also said a lot to me."
Li Zhiyuan: "Did that 'me' tell you about the Miao village matters?"
