Chen Xi turned left and right until he arrived at a farm within the city. Well, calling it a farm was a bit of a stretch—it was actually a dozen hastily built large houses, but they were fitted with plenty of glass windows and had a good number of coal stoves inside.
"How are things?" Chen Xi pushed open the door, and a warm breeze carrying the sour odor of coal stoves, along with a feeling of suffocation, hit him directly. "Good heavens! Qu Hanmo, what are you doing?" Chen Xi dragged out Qu Hanmo, whose face was flushed with blood.
"Zichuan, what are you doing!" Qu Qi shouted angrily, "I'm observing!"
"Observing what? If you keep observing, you'll die. Don't you realize that staying in there makes you dizzy, with ringing in your ears? Isn't it difficult to breathe?" Chen Xi scolded furiously.
