Upon hearing the second sentence uttered by Zhao Jinlou, Li Pingyi completely lost interest in whatever followed. In his past life, too many people had used that line to open a conversation, though most of them only started after drinking a few cups of cheap booze. Uncle-Master Zhao, however, was truly fierce—he had started using it even before they began drinking.
"Hey? That's not right, then why are you laughing? Didn't you say you were too surprised? How can you laugh?" Zhao Jinlou held the reins in one hand, leaned his entire upper body into the carriage, and glared at Li Pingyi, as if determined to get an answer.
Li Pingyi crossed his arms over his chest, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he were desperately holding something back. "Uh... uh... Fine, since you really must know, I'll tell you the truth. Just now, the moment you opened your mouth, Uncle-Master Zhao, you sounded just like a veteran carriage driver with fifty years on the job..."
Chapter 108