Fu Nancheng let out a light hum, turned his head to Yan Yiheng, and said coolly, "Just worry about yourself."
"Third Brother, I don't like hearing that. No matter what, I've got more battle experience than you..."
"Don't act recklessly just because you're young. Be careful, or that iron rod of yours might get worn down to a flower needle."
Before Yan Jiu could finish, Fu Nancheng interrupted him in a low voice.
The two grown men in the hospital room started a conversation about male dignity, praising themselves while tearing down the other—how childish!
Qiao Mo's face was burning, trying hard to minimize her presence to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
But before long, the battle fire reached her territory nevertheless.
Yan Jiu looked at her with a wicked smile and sneered, "Little Sister Qiao, isn't Third Brother's skill not that great?"
