Nie Xiaoer came over, wrapping his arm around his shoulder, affectionately saying: "How could I? We are good brothers, I will support you till the end."
Zhang Xiaohua shrank his shoulders, saying: "Stop, Brother Xiaoer, your smile looks forced. Is there something going on? If there is, then just say it. How would I know if I can answer your question if you don't ask? If I can't answer your question, Brother Xiaoer, you can't force me."
Nie Xiaoer's face turned awkward. He pinched his face in confusion, saying: "How did you see through me?"
However, he then said: "Indeed, there is something I wanted to ask. Not just me though, everyone was amazed and wanted me to ask."
Zhang Xiaohua blinked: "You say it, I'm all ears."
Nie Xiaoer looked at the several people around him. He said: "On behalf of the brothers who fight with you in the medicinal fields every day, I want to ask you a question. What was the martial art you were using on the stage just now?"
