Liu Sang looked very satisfied. He took off his shirt and reached into his backpack for his combat uniform, but before he could pull the clothes out—
"I say, you little bastard, trying to copy Xiaoge and get yourself a tattoo, you—" Fatty didn't finish his sentence before Liu Sang took out his phone from his pocket.
Wu Xie looked at Liu Sang. He hadn't heard the phone ringing just now; only when it was taken out did he catch a faint beeping sound. It was clear that part of what Fatty said was right—this guy had exceptionally good ears.
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