At night, the two of them went back to their respective homes and lay on two different beds in two hotels, as well-behaved as elementary school students.

It's not as conventional as Shan Chong thinks.

In the afternoon, when Weizhi found her personal belongings from the ventilation duct, she acted very ferociously, and finally almost chased the man away - every time he was chased away by her, it was more or less a new experience.

At night, I could only comfort myself by video chatting. Fortunately, she still answered the video call. She was still wearing her pajamas. She put the phone on her side and chatted with him while working. The position she chose was very pleasing.

From his position, he couldn't see what she was drawing, but he could just see her side profile as she lay on the table with her arms raised.

The little girl's arms are smooth and delicate, and the edge of the green suspenders accompanies her every turn or standup, and the round curves become vivid...

Shan Chong really wanted to ask her if she was done yet.

Do you have to be forced to do it before you know what it means to not cry until you see the coffin?

But the atmosphere at that time did not allow him to do so——

The little girl was asking him for free some knowledge about the big dance floor with a serious look on her face. This time he didn't ask her what the point of exploring so many moves that she would never be able to perform in her lifetime was. He just answered whatever she asked.

After answering, I saw her writing it down seriously on her mobile phone.

Then she crawled on the drawing board and continued to paint her.

At around one in the evening, Wei Zhi yawned and said goodnight to him, then hung up the video call and went to sleep. Shan Chong…

Pick up the phone to check her work results.

"Eighteen Postures of Cultivation in Another World" has been updated.

Today's update is roughly like this - the hero accompanies the heroine to a guesthouse for dinner, and then in the Tianzihao private room, there is a lot of traffic outside, vendors are hawking, and people can see the heroine leaning against the window with a lazy look in her eyes, but the corners of her eyes are red...

It turned out that before dinner, the hero ate the heroine first.

He just took a bite and was not willing to feed her fully. When the waiter knocked on the door to serve the dishes, he came out from under her skirt, kissed the corner of her lips, and said with a smile, "Eat first."

The readers below cursed the male protagonist for not being a man.

The slender fingertips slid across the screen, and Shan Chong sneezed and sneered.

Then the heroine took off her panties and stuffed that thing into the hero's arms - who could have known that the hero, who was known to be a cold-blooded and ruthless detective and terrified by the outside world, was carrying such a thing in his arms while investigating a case with a cold face?

While eating, he held the woman, who was only wearing a skirt, tightly in his arms, with one hand holding her shoulder, which was hot and boiling.

But he couldn't really execute the heroine here, so he could only endure it.

The readers below applauded and cheered, the male protagonist deserved it.

Shan Chong finished reading today's updates.

The backstab beside him turned over, his face illuminated by the phone screen. He sighed: "Master, your girlfriend is getting more and more tricky——"

Shan Chong didn't say anything. He lifted the quilt, turned around and glanced at him casually before lying down.

This look is meaningful enough.

Backstab was stunned for a moment, savored the mystery, choked, thought for a long time and asked: "Don't tell me - No, Brother Chong, there shouldn't be a fundamental difference between humans and animals, at least not... Tell me you don't."

"no."

The man replied coldly.

Before Backstab could breathe a sigh of relief, he added, "At least not under the surveillance camera."

Backstab: “…”

It's not just the junior sister who has more creative ideas.

Never underestimate a magician.

Just as a master is not a loser, he just doesn't act easily.

Backstab glanced at the phone in his hand, then put it down with great sorrow: "Then tell me whether I should continue to follow the update. I have been reading this comic since the beginning, and now I feel like I don't know when I might step on a landmine——"

"Whatever, I don't really care."

“…”

I care!

I care!

Damn you!

Under the tearful gaze of the backstabber, Shan Chong thought for a moment and asked, "Should I ask her for some creative fee?"

Backstab: “?”

Shan Chong: "How could she update so smoothly today without my help?"

Backstab: "When people get crazy, they'll ask for anything."

Shan Chong sneered in an ambiguous manner, crawled into the quilt, turned over, and ignored him.

…

The second day's itinerary was a one-day trip to the hospital.

The winter camp classes ended quickly, and there was still a month before the Chinese New Year. Everyone was still hesitating whether to return to Xinjiang or Chongli, but after Shan Chong gave the order, they decisively gathered in Chongli.

This matter was discussed while we were sitting in front of Lao Yan's bed.

Then, under the pressure of her brother's gaze, Wei Zhi called Jiang Nanfeng and asked her whether she was going to Chongli.

There was silence on the other side, probably after thinking for a few seconds, and then said, "The New Year is almost here and it's hard to buy a return ticket. Can you please consciously avoid rushing to join the Spring Festival travel rush and causing trouble for the country?" Then he said that he had just applied for a card to learn street dance and asked Weizhi if she wanted to go. The teacher was very cute.

Jiang Nanfeng didn't mean it.

How could she know that Weizhi was urged by Laoyan to make the call on speakerphone?

The light voice of "cute" stunned Weizhi. When he looked up, he saw the puppy wearing hospital gown on the bed with a green face and grass on his head.

After I hung up the phone, the air was frozen.

Wei Zhi was speechless, not knowing what to say. After a long pause, he could only utter: "I told you not to use the hands-free function..."

Not to mention Lao Yan, she wanted to cry. What was going on? She muttered to herself as she leaned back. What was behind her? There was Shan Chong. The man stood behind her like a door god with an expressionless face. She originally thought that he was a nuisance and a light blocker, but now she felt very safe.

As soon as I approached him, I heard the man above my head say lightly: "Street dance? Your friend has a wide range of hobbies."

Weizhi hugged his waist with his backhand, put one hand around his back, and tugged at his clothes frantically, signaling him to shut up.

Shan Chong ignored her and looked up at Lao Yan: "We've broken up, so stop being so fancy. Pack up and go back to Chongli... your place, and find someone else. There's still time for the New Year."

"..." Wei Zhi raised his head, unable to bear it any longer. "Do you really have to speak?"

"I comforted him."

"Do you think he looks like he's been comforted by you?"

Shan Chong hesitated for a moment, and finally looked at Lao Yan seriously for a few seconds. Then he was silent for a few seconds, picked up the little girl in his arms, and suddenly said that he had another schedule before leaving. Then he took her and quickly fled the scene.

Shan Chong's so-called itinerary was to go to Nancheng to represent the government to pay a visit to the unlucky guy who fell on the Guangrong platform. Originally, it was not his turn to go, but his act of picking the guy up made him a moral benchmark in the snow circle, and it directly put him up...

In addition, that person's family members have been saying that they want to meet him in person to express their gratitude.

It only takes an hour or so to get there by taxi.

When they arrived at the gate of South City Third Hospital, the man got out of the car first, then went around to Weizhi's side to open the door for her. He took her hand and led her through the emergency department and the orthopedic department. After going around a circle, they finally found the inpatient department.

Wei Zhi: "Han Yiming may be in the operating room right now, do you want to go and knock on the door?"

The man glanced at her lazily, as if he didn't understand what she was saying. After a while, he said, "I just forgot how to get to the inpatient department."

No one has a better photographic memory.

This person can lie without blinking, without blushing or getting nervous.

He was still holding her hand as he spoke, and brought her all the way to the inpatient ward. The man who claimed that he had forgotten how to walk entered the inpatient department, turned many corners, and even got dizzy, and he stopped accurately in front of a ward.

It was a large ward with six people. Looking inside, the unlucky guy from last time was lying flat on his back at the innermost position in the left row. It had been a few days since the operation and the monitoring devices on his body had been removed, so he didn't look that scary.

A middle-aged woman was sitting next to the bed, looking at her cell phone.

Judging from her age, she should be his mother.

Shan Chong and his friends walked in and put down the fruit basket to express their condolences. The middle-aged woman put down her phone and stood up. She rubbed her hands on her clothes a little awkwardly and thanked them.

Weizhi noticed that her voice was hoarse and tired, and she had dark circles under her eyes.

But these are just physical manifestations of fatigue.

She dared not look at the woman's eyes again after taking one look.

The black and white are distinct, but there is also an unconscious dullness and confusion.

The unlucky guy lying on the bed solemnly apologized to Shan Chong, but the latter of course didn't care about it so much. He put one hand on the edge of the bed and asked him about the operation.

Not so good.

The spine is the most important joint in the human body. If you are not a professional, you will not know which part of your spine will suddenly become damaged if you drop it.

Of course, maybe nothing will happen.

You may also not be able to sit up or walk from now on.

Or a series of problems such as incontinence.

This person fell in a bad position. Although he had surgery, it is still unknown whether he can stand up in the future and walk like a normal person. Moreover, all these possibilities are based on long-term and continuous rehabilitation treatment.

This takes a lot of time and money.

If it were an ordinary family, no one would be able to withstand such a sudden blow.

While the man was talking to them, her mother took a cotton swab, dipped some water from the cup and pressed it on his dry lips. Then she explained that it was inconvenient for him to stay in bed these days and he was not very willing to eat and drink water. Human physiological needs were reduced to the minimum.

She said this and turned away, wiping her eyes.

There weren't many complaints. The imagined lines like "I told you not to do anything dangerous, why didn't you listen?" didn't appear. In the face of facts, it seemed that everyone understood that complaints afterwards were useless.

There was a brief silence in the ward.

That silence was also very uncomfortable.

The middle-aged woman stood up, holding a basin, and said she was going to wash a towel for him to wipe his face. She turned and went into the bathroom attached to the ward. When the sound of water came, the man lying on the bed smiled and said, "Chongshen, when you retired, was it actually like this?"

Shan Chong stood beside the bed and said "Ah" a little slowly.

"I don't want to, and I may still feel a little bit unconvinced, thinking that I was just unlucky. If I am given another chance, I will definitely not fall again." The man stopped laughing, stared at the ceiling of the ward, and said expressionlessly, "I am almost 30 years old, but when I woke up from the anesthesia of the operation these days and saw my mother's condition... She didn't say anything, but I felt a little uncomfortable. I thought I might as well just rub my nose and admit that I was unlucky, and I don't want to prove anything anymore."

Shan Chong said nothing.

"Ah," the man said, "this is so annoying. What if I become paralyzed?"

He sounded a little confused.

It seemed like a question that had been held back for many days was finally spoken out at this moment.

He didn't expect anyone to answer him.

When the middle-aged woman came out with the washed towels and basin, her eyes were a little red. She smiled at the only little girl in the ward, as if she was a little afraid of scaring her.

Weizhi's throat was dry. He glanced at the person lying on the hospital bed. His mind was in a mess, as if the smell of disinfectant had eroded all his thinking ability.

After Shan Chong led her out of the ward, she put on the mask again. Using the mask to cover her eyes, she blinked quickly and took a few deep breaths, tightening her fingertips around the man's hand.

“I was pretty lucky at that time.”

He suddenly spoke.

"When I first entered the hospital, I was able to move my limbs. An X-ray showed that I had a compression fracture of the spine, which compressed the nerves. However, the membrane was just barely punctured, so there was no damage to the spinal cord and cauda equina."

He turned around and concealed the more thrilling process of that year, only talking about the good result, not saying that he almost broke his ponytail, which forced the operation to be extended for several hours, and the doctor was so dizzy while sewing that thing on him in the operating room...

As the man spoke casually, he raised his hand to adjust the collar of the girl beside him... The back of his hand was a little cold in the winter, and he rubbed it against her soft cheek intentionally or unintentionally.

"So, now I am standing right in front of you, right?"

His voice was gentle, "You look so lost that it really makes me feel embarrassed."

It doesn't seem like it's really difficult.

Just as he was about to take his hand away from her collar, she grabbed it.

The next second, the little girl came up and hugged him. I didn't expect her two soft arms to have such great strength, as if she wanted to strangle his waist...

While the man was stunned, he heard her muffled voice in his arms: "I'm sorry."

"Um?"

He dropped his eyes.

"Just now, when I was standing in front of that person's bed and looking at his mother's face, I was thinking, if the person lying on the bed was you, I would also hope that you would never go to the flying platform again, and it would be best if you didn't even take a look at it."

She stuttered.

His voice immediately became hoarse, as if he was holding back some air. "But I know you would be unhappy if I asked you to do this."

Her face was pressed tightly against his arms, and she felt extremely depressed.

"I don't want you to be unhappy either."

The man was silent for a while, his eyes curved slightly, and he lowered his head to kiss the top of the head of the person in his arms.

After being kissed by him like this, she didn't feel better but even more upset. She shed two tears in his arms and sniffed with a red nose, "What a contradiction."

People outside want to see you return to the stage, shine, and be like the protagonist in a cool novel, turning on the cheat to return to the game, overcoming all difficulties and winning glory for your country.

However, only those around you can see the footprints you leave step by step on the so-called thorny road.

There might be blood on the footprints.

As the sword swung, the broken thorns fell to the ground, making the same sound as the cold medical monitoring equipment.

Of course, people did not ignore the pain and gave the highest condolences and praise.

But only people around you know that you will feel a lot of pain when you are lying on the hospital bed. Illness always brings despair, and it is not a term that can be easily described with simple words.

Holding the soft little girl tightly in his arms, the man's eyes were fixed on a corner of the hospital, lost in thought.

His slender fingertips brushed across her hair unconsciously, and beneath his chest, his heart suddenly began beating strongly.

He thought he would never ask anyone this question again, but at this moment, when the words came to his lips, he found that there were things he could not control.

After a slight pause, he heard his own voice suddenly ring out——

"I want to say that I really have never thought about giving up jumping off the platform?"

It sounds light and airy, even smiling.

But if you look up slightly, you can find that there is no smile in those dark eyes, and they even flash with sternness and solemnity.

Why could he ask such a provocative question in such a tone?

She doesn't understand anything.

My mind went blank for a while. It was a conditioned reflex. I thought of that day at the Big Air terrain training base near the Silk Road Ski Resort. Under the setting sun, he jumped out from the high diving platform. Under the dim light, his shadow holding the board was stretched very long...

At that time, you felt it to some extent, right?

He simply never gave up.

So, not surprising at all.

The little girl blinked and uttered "ah", but she didn't say she was nervous. In fact, this kind of question is not particularly difficult to answer.

She couldn't see his expression at all, her face was still buried in his arms, and she took a few deep breaths.

"Then you take care of yourself, don't get hurt, and don't let me become the one sitting next to your bed, watching you cry and then turning my back to secretly wipe my tears."

She sniffed loudly and said dryly, "If you do this, I will definitely not want you anymore."

Hearing this, the man's brows relaxed, and his eyes, which were as deep as a dark pool, rippled a little and softened.

Bending his waist and looking at her level, he curled his lips and said, "Really? You don't want me just because of that?"

Wei Zhi's eyes were as red as a rabbit, and she pursed her lips and looked at him stubbornly.

"How heartless."

He laughed at her.

She stopped talking, stretched out her hands and hugged his neck aggrievedly, took the initiative to move forward, took off her mask and then his, and carefully kissed his thin lips that were still raised at the corners.

"Um?"

He tilted his head and looked at her.

"Shut up your crow mouth," she put the mask back on him and scolded him without any threat, "You are annoying me to death."

…

By the time Wei Zhi and his team returned to Guangzhou, it was already afternoon.

The way back was different from the way here.

The little girl was like a ball of glutinous rice cake, sticky and sweetly clinging to the man. If the driver didn't know her, she might have climbed on him...

It's like I have some kind of skin hunger.

I had just returned to the hotel when I got a call from my backstab saying that they had received a notice from the hospital that Lao Yan had run away.

…If he ran away, then he ran away. He would have been discharged the next day. The routine checkup in the morning showed nothing wrong. I went over to him and paid the fee, cursing and asking Shan Chong to call him and ask him where he had been.

Now Shan Chongzhen feels like he has raised a son.

I called Lao Yan, but he hung up immediately.

Before he could get angry, the man on the other side honestly sent a WeChat message to tell his master that he had gone to South City.

What can you do in South City? Just look for Jiang Nanfeng.

The little boy was very obedient. He relied on the information about her work that he had occasionally seen when they were still close. He recalled the name of her company and went to look for her...

He was not mistaken.

But he would rather have remembered it wrong, when the navigation took him to the most prosperous area in South City, and stopped in front of a very imposing building.

However, the reality is cruel! The company names of the offices inside the building were hung on the side, and Lao Yan saw Jiang Nanfeng's studio at a glance——

4F, the jewelry and jade design studio, its name is: Nanfeng.

In the past, Lao Yan thought that what Jiang Nanfeng was running was just a studio, not big, with three or four people squeezed into one office. Now he found that it was not the same as he imagined - this commercial building in front of him certainly could not belong to her completely, but being able to own a whole floor of an office in a high-end office building in a busy district in Nancheng, a city where housing prices are not much lower than those in Guangzhou and Shenzhen, is not something that can be done casually.

The monthly rent for an office like this would probably be around 100 or 200 thousand, right?

Lao Yan's annual tuition was only about ten thousand yuan, which he saved by taking classes during the holidays.

He was stopped when he was standing downstairs. The security guard of the building was very responsible and polite. He asked him for his work card and could only enter after swiping it.

At this time, his baby face became a stumbling block——

He was obviously a college student, so where did the ID card come from? He didn't make a fuss. He just smiled and asked what time the jewelry studio on the fourth floor would get off work. He touched his nose and squatted outside to wait.

Lao Yan squatted on the side of the road for a while, not knowing what to say. He vaguely knew that Jiang Nanfeng was financially well off, but he was just casually surprised before...

I don't take it too seriously.

After all, whether in Chongli or Xinjiang, the cost is about the same, except for the hotel, everyone pays AA for meals, and the ski tickets are all the same price -

Equipment is what shows the difference between the rich and the poor.

But Lao Yan has received a lot of sponsorship, and there are more new boards than I can use. Clothes are also sponsored, costing several thousand yuan a set, and gloves costing more than a thousand yuan a pair.

He used these things as a matter of course and didn't think there was anything wrong with them.

Moreover, he was a good skier and was a celebrity wherever he went. Many people came to him for lessons. He was a shining star wherever there was a ski resort.

——Until I left everything about snowboarding and returned to reality.

He is just a college student with a little savings.

Ordinary college student.

Maybe, possibly, if she were lost in the crowd, she wouldn't even look at him a second time.

The sense of difference makes people feel like they have stepped into the abyss.

Lao Yan squatted there and swayed for a while. He looked up at the building opposite and felt that it was a mockery of himself. He shook his head and looked at his phone——

During his daze, Backstab and Shan Chong made countless phone calls.

Wei Zhi also sent him a WeChat message, telling him to just forget it and not to be so stubborn.

Lao Yan didn't know what he was holding on to, he just wanted to make it clear in person - didn't he say before that "if you stick your head out you'll be cut, and if you retract your head you'll also be cut", now he was the one to take the hit.

I squatted on the street and waited for more than an hour.

In the middle, he went to buy a bottle of water. During the whole process of paying, his eyes never left the only exit of the building... When it was almost time to get off work, people came down from above one after another.

On the street, luxury cars such as Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Audi, and Porsche pulled over one after another, picking up the brightly dressed white-collar ladies one by one.

Lao Yan took a sip of water and for a moment was a little confused about what he was doing.

While I was wondering, I heard the roar of an engine in the distance. I turned around and saw a ninjaH2 coming towards me from a distance. This city has not yet restricted motorcycles, and a motorcycle worth more than 300,000 yuan with a black main color and a few green lines instantly outshined the ordinary luxury cars on the roadside.

In addition to liking thrilling extreme sports, the only thing boys like is cars——

According to the general impression, there seem to be few boys who like skiing who are not interested in motorcycles. NinjaH2 is the dream of many people and also the favorite of many people.

The guy on the bike wasn't bad looking either, wearing a riding suit and a green helmet. The bike did a beautiful drift and stopped under an office building across the street. He took off his helmet, and he looked to be about 27 or 28 years old, with handsome features and the frivolous arrogance of a dandy boy.

Lao Yan looked at him twice.

Soon her eyes were attracted by the woman who walked out of the office building——

Today Jiang Nanfeng wore a simple pair of jeans and a shirt, with a luxury brand coat casually thrown over it, and sunglasses. Her bright red lips made her young face look more mature, and she had a strong aura that kept strangers away...

There seemed to be nothing wrong with her. Her makeup was delicate, her hair was neat, and her face was rosy, not like she had just broken up with someone.

Even when she appeared, some office workers passing by on the street turned their heads to look at her.

“…”

He wanted to pick her up and leave, telling everyone, look, this is his.

Lao Yan pursed his lips, feeling very complicated. He rubbed his shoes on the ground and stood up straight.

Just as I was about to cross the road, I saw Jiang Nanfeng looking around and walking straight towards the motorcycle man with an expressionless face.

The latter took out a safety helmet from the back seat and handed it to her.

She took it.

Standing across the street, Lao Yan was stunned for three seconds, clenched his hands, put them into his jacket pocket without changing his expression, took a deep breath, and walked up to her.

It is impossible to say that Lao Yan has no sense of existence at all——

On the street passed office workers, exhausted and dusty after a day's work.

Therefore, the aggressive puppy is also very conspicuous.

He came to Jiang Nanfeng with fire, and when she first noticed that she was looking at him with some difference, he stopped.

In front of her and the biker guy.

...I really wanted to grab her wrist, lift her up, and put her on the plane to go back to Chongli with him.

However, with all the opportunities in front of us, we felt as if we had taken root. The boy raised his sour eyelids and said at an arm's length, "We will take a flight back to Chongli the day after tomorrow."

He himself felt pitiful when he heard the sound of his mouth opening.

Jiang Nanfeng stood there without moving.

Instead, the young man sitting on the motorcycle made a playful sound and changed his sitting position.

Jiang Nanfeng glanced at him as if warning, then weighed the helmet in her hand. Without saying anything, she made a gesture to put on the helmet a few seconds later...

What do you do when you put on a helmet? Of course, you get on the motorcycle and go.

Lao Yan got anxious, and he stretched out his long arms to directly blow off her helmet. He grabbed her wrist and almost lifted her into his arms. As soon as the familiar breath entered his arms, he woke up to everything -

I don’t know where such a baby-faced kid gets so much strength.

He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, holding her tightly in his arms, while he buried his nose in the crook of her neck and sniffed.

Such stubborn and domineering behavior is rarely seen in him.

Jiang Nanfeng was stunned for a moment.

She heard him leaning into her ear, ruffling her short hair, and asking in a hoarse voice, "I apologize to you. I'm sorry. I was wrong."

After a pause, he asked.

"You come back with me, okay?"

His tone was sincere.

Jiang Nanfeng was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

On the motorcycle next to them, a young man whistled at the scene in front of him, got off the motorcycle, and patted the child who suddenly appeared in Jiang Nanfeng's arms: "Hey, kid, can you let go of my wife?"

Jiang Nanfeng blinked.

I felt the person hugging me suddenly become as stiff as steel.

After a suffocating silence, Lao Yan slowly let her go and stroked the back of her head with his fingertips, making a rustling sound as his fingertips brushed through her hair.

His eyes were red, and he ignored the young man next to him who seemed to be smiling, and just asked her: "Do you miss me?"

He looked like he was trying hard to suppress some emotion, and Jiang Nanfeng felt that if he shook his head, he might be dead.

But she glanced at him and shook her head.

Lao Yan stared at her and saw her shaking her head firmly.

After thinking for a moment, he pointed to the young man on the motorcycle next to him and said, "Is that why?"

The man next to me was not happy about this and said, "What's wrong? What do you mean by 'just for this'? I can buy her a Lamborghini, but you have to buy her a bicycle by scanning the street."

That's a pretty fucking long way off.

But it also perfectly struck the hearts of boys who had not yet entered society——

Why do people say that old men are scheming?

These three words from him were enough to hit Lao Yan, who was already in a state of uncertainty. He knew what men cared about the best, so he just poked at other people's pain points.

What made Lao Yan most uncomfortable was that Jiang Nanfeng didn't say a word from beginning to end.

…

Ten minutes later.

After Lao Yan left, Jiang Nanfeng stood there in silence for a while.

The young man next to her was so happy that she couldn't help but throw the helmet in her hand at him: "Jiang Chao, are you fucking sick?"

Jiang Chao happily took the helmet thrown by his sister and said, "You are good, Jiang Nanfeng. You messed with a college student and got picked on. I helped you deal with it, but you still got angry, right——"

He didn't know what he was so excited about.

Glancing at his sister's unhappy face, he bent down to look at her and said, "Why, are you still reluctant to let her go? Well, she looks okay, so why did you chase her away..."

Jiang Nanfeng was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Just as they were at a stalemate, the phone rang, and Wei Zhi's soft voice came from the other end: "Nothing else, Shan Chong wants to ask you what happened to his son. If possible, please send back a warm and intact body--"

"Sent him away." Jiang Nanfeng said in a deep voice, "He was fine when he left. I am not responsible for how he behaves in front of you."

Weizhi: “Oh.”

Jiang Chao: "Who? Xiaozhi? Ask her when they're going to break up. It doesn't matter if Han Ge is dead. I'm waiting in line right now!"

Just as he finished speaking, Jiang Nanfeng's cell phone hit him hard on the tall nose. He screamed in pain and bent down. He heard his sister yelling at him in a decisive voice, telling him to get away as far away as possible.