"You don't recognize me?" Mr. Wang furrowed his brows in disbelief after a few seconds of stunned silence.
"No. Should I?" Qin Fan asked with an amused, playful smirk.
"Hmm, fair enough! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Wang Anshi, and I am from Beijing!" Mr. Wang said, holding back a flicker of indignation.
Beijing? Wang Anshi, Wang Anshi—!
Only after hearing the name did it suddenly click for Qin Fan. After all, that name was a relic from a distant past, and that wasn't even counting his five hundred years on the Cangqiong Continent. Even in his previous life, the man known as Old Wang had already retired by the time Qin Fan was in high school. Given the sheer gap in years, it was understandable that his memory would fail him for a moment.
"Ahem, Mr. Wang, my apologies! I thought it was a prank call and never expected it would be you. I'm sorry!" Although his words conveyed an apologetic tone, Qin Fan's expression was completely unruffled, showing no sign of shock.
