"Where to?"
"Weren't we supposed to drink?"
Yan Nansheng said nothing.
"Xiao'an, follow and take a look," Lu Ziheng spoke up.
Feng Chen'an was stunned for a moment but got up anyway, "Okay."
**
Rushing outside in a hurry, Yan Nansheng was leaning against the elevator, his eyebrows tightly knitted, looking lost in thought.
"Asheng," Feng Chen'an hurried after him.
Upon hearing the voice, Yan Nansheng looked up and glanced at him sideways, "What?"
"Asheng, your head... should we go to the hospital to get it bandaged? It seems to still be bleeding," Feng Chen'an asked with concern.
"No need, I won't die," Yan Nansheng said with an indifferent tone.
Feng Chen'an sighed, "What's been going on recently? Everyone is getting hurt."
"Who got hurt?" Yan Nansheng took out a cigarette and lighter, lighting one as he casually asked.
"Yanyan,"
Yan Nansheng's fingers paused.
