"What a bother! Your Brother Long is indeed a dragon!"
Tang Wan made thunder out of nowhere, and Zhou Li was covered in cheesy jokes.
"Aren't you the cheesy joke reflex machine? I haven't even said anything, and you reacted first!"
Zhou Li asked, puzzled.
"I've gotten used to it."
Tang Wan instantly became normal again, the speed of her change was comparable to her eating speed.
Sitting on Zhou Li's bed, Tang Wan curiously asked Zhou Li: "So, the Prime Minister isn't one person?"
"There are many answers to that question."
Rubbing his forehead, Zhou Li said: "He isn't a human because he's a magical little device with seventeen souls inside a human body. Also, he isn't one person because he possesses the memories of seventeen people. But he is still one person because he only has memories, not seventeen consciousnesses, he doesn't have any split personality."
"So, we need to fight seventeen people?"
