"Damn, Menglong, what's going on? How did you end up clashing with the California Electric Eel? Did he offend you? You're splashing quite some mud there!" It seemed Wang Ling couldn't digest the gossip and couldn't help but call Zhang Menglong.
"This isn't really slinging mud, the victim is Yiyi's friend," Zhang Menglong briefly explained.
"Pfft!" Wang Ling couldn't help but laugh, "Sorry, off-topic, but is it really that small?"
"It's super tiny," Zhang Menglong was speechless, "How should I describe this feeling? It's like you think you're picking your nose with your finger, but it actually turns out to be just a cotton swab, you get what I mean?"
"Hahaha, killer!" Wang Ling held his belly, Zhang Menglong's description was just too apt, "So, what are you planning to do?"
