C1126 Kanji's Hypersensitivity

Qiao Ling took me to a roadside stall. This stall was brightly lit and mainly served mutton skewers and beer. As the saying goes, today is the day to drink. Qiao Ling and I drank a few cups, feeling extremely happy.

In the process of clinking cups, Qiao Ling once again mentioned my master — — Old Master Huang.

But when I asked Qiao Ling how he knew the whereabouts of the Old Master Huang