Leng Nuan... Such a familiar name made Lu Benlai instinctively turn around and look at the source of the sound.
It was a man squatting in the dark. When he noticed that Lu Benlai was looking at him, he stood up and walked out from the dark.
The clothes he was wearing were from many years ago. The top of his head was bald, like a prisoner who had just been released from labor camp.
Lu Benlai did not speak from the beginning until the man walked up to him. Only then did he say in a gentle and elegant voice, "May I ask, who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. The reason I called out to you was to see who had asked for a second-hand item."
Second-hand item?
Such insulting words made Lu Benlai feel a hint of displeasure. "Sir, please speak with a little more respect."
"Respect? is that little B * Tch Leng Nuan worthy of my respect?"