"That, that person, I remember him from my old team." Feng Yongzhuo pointed at one of the men with a buzz cut and said.
Gao Dashuai squinted his eyes, carefully identifying the man's heroic face, and very quickly remembered, shouting: "Luo Dawei!"
Luo Dawei heard the voice, turned his head, but didn't recognize Gao Dashuai and the others, then turned back.
Feng Yongzhuo sighed: "He didn't recognize me. But that's normal, he was in the same team, but we were separated by two units, it's been five or six years after all."
Gao Dashuai crossed his arms: "I haven't seen him in three years either."
"He wasn't in the same team as you, how do you know him?"
This is a long story, Gao Dashuai thought. Back in the day, Zhao Wensheng's current wife Jiang Mei was almost snatched away by this man. Jiang Mei's son Dongzi had some opinions about Zhao Wensheng at that time, but had a very good impression of this man. It can be said that Zhao Wensheng narrowly won and got the beauty.
