Once again stepping onto the streets of the small town, Xiao Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of irony. Compared to last night's crowds, tonight undoubtedly felt lonely and deserted.
Of course, this is also closely related to the weather and the time.
There was no biting cold wind last night, and now it's almost ten o'clock, so it's normal for the streets to be empty.
Just then, Zhao Guo'an, walking behind Xiao Feng, suddenly cried out "Aiyo" and clutched his stomach anxiously, "Old Xiao, I might have eaten something bad tonight. Wait for me, I need to find a bathroom."
Xiao Feng walked on without turning his head, "I'll give you ten minutes. If you don't manage it before it's in your pants, I'll beat the crap out for you."
He was well aware of the little tricks in Zhao Guo'an's mind. But they were almost there, and he couldn't tolerate any more delays.
Zhao Guo'an got a bit anxious, "What if I really crap my pants?"
