A Stubborn Ass

Xu Nian and Zhang Qian sat on the balcony on the second floor. With one hand holding onto a cigarette and the other holding onto a beer can, they faced the cold wind with reddened cheeks.

Xu Nian's gaze was always locked on the highway that ran in the direction of the east and west, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, and there were occasionally many cars on the road. He could still see the faint light, and he clenched the can in his hands tightly, causing the yellow liquid inside to spurt out and splash onto Zhang Qian's face, which was cold and similar to the temperature it was right now.

"Is Xiao Ling's arm alright? How much longer do I need to recover? "

Zhang Qian picked up a tissue paper and wiped his face, then turned and asked worriedly.

"Un, I'm fine now. I have already completely dispelled the poison. I should be able to recover in a week, but …" Xu Nian regained his senses, his tone sounding a little hesitant.