The rain outside was torrential, like water spilling from a bucket.
Chen Lizhong's eyes were fixed on the heavy rain outside the window, his face extremely somber, with his mind full of struggle.
Pang Feng was his classmate, his childhood playmate, and his brother. Now that Pang Feng had stirred up a massive trouble, could he just stand by and watch?
Were Yu Ying's words correct? Were Zhao Xiaolong's words correct? They seemed somewhat right, logical even—birds of a feather flock together, people are known by the company they keep, indeed!
But Chen Lizhong reasoned that, no matter how he categorized or grouped people, he was absolutely not the same kind of person as Zhao Xiaolong. Compared to Zhao Xiaolong, Chen Lizhong felt that he and Pang Feng were more alike.
"Fuck it, if I die, so be it, and if not, I'll live forever!" Chen Lizhong felt a surge of hot blood to his head, and he turned around, rushed to the door, pulled it open, and walked out.