The Pretty Boy just walked out of the billiards bar and started making a phone call.
"Yiyi, the bumpkin you asked me to investigate is quite something."
"He was at Haiyi Billiards Bar and won fifty thousand against Ouyang Ping in one game, his billiard skills are surprisingly good."
On the other end, Luoo Yiyi scoffed.
"Wu Jun, it's just billiards, don't exaggerate."
"Tsk tsk, fifty thousand, that useless guy from the Ouyang Family is really out of luck."
Wu Jun sighed.
"If that's not talent, then the fact that he could tell this outfit I'm wearing is a creation of Master Donald at a glance is truly impressive."
On the other side of the line, Luoo Yiyi was obviously stunned.
After a while, she said in disbelief.
"That bumpkin has such good taste? Even Ouyang Ping doesn't have such perceptive eyes."
Wu Jun nodded: "Yes, that's the strange part."
Speaking of which, Wu Jun suddenly remembered something.
