"Tsk, tsk. I was wondering who you were. Turns out you are the famous Fenger Langjun. The trace of your lineage is really easy to find."
Jiang Pengji walked to the side of the verandah, which was separated by a pond that Feng Jin was sitting. They were conversing loudly across the pond.
Feng Jin felt wronged. He did not know that Jiang Pengji would be in Shangjing at that time. If he had known about it earlier, he would definitely have not come to the hot spring with his classmates.
Looking over the fence, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure. He thought that his vision was blurred. He did not expect that it was really his friend.
"I haven't seen you in a few months. You're getting better at smooth-talking. Don't falsely accuse me of any wrongdoings." Feng Jin smiled. At that time, his classmates beside him shouted at him. Feng Jin then said to Jiang Pengji somewhat apologetically, "Sorry, Lanting. We'll chat later."