Yang Junming stood rooted to the spot in embarrassment. He had been talking for so long, but he was the only one doing the talking. Hadn't he been singing solo for half a day? He was like a clown!
But because the other party was better than him, he did not dare to say anything. He could only move his thick lips and say, "Then, then why did you call me here? I was confused by you."
"Do you remember what happened at the Gold Mountain oil field two years ago?"
Lu Ming asked expressionlessly, "Don't tell me you've forgotten. I have thousands of ways to make you remember. I don't think you will be willing to do this, right?"
Two years ago!