C917 My Friend Little Zhang Knows More

After eating and drinking their fill, Lin Tian and Zhang Wenqi hurried on their way. Not far away, they saw an antique octagonal pavilion.

There was a person sitting on the stone bench of the pavilion, holding a lute in one hand and writing on the table with the other. He looked miserable.

When he got closer, he found that it was a big guy. He was short and fat