"I must speak frankly, Brother Xuan, about this experience thing,"
Before Liu Zhizhong could finish, Qian Xuan declared in a deep voice, "Isn't it better to just listen to the arrangement?"
"Oh... right!"
Liu Zhizhong's expression turned serious, and he sat up straight as an arrow, just like a primary school student.
There was a moment of silence before Qian Xuan reached into the side pocket of his wheelchair and took out a beautifully crafted blue and white porcelain vase, opened it, and drank some water.
After setting down the water, he glanced at Liu Zhizhong and said, "Why are you just sitting there doing nothing? Drink some water, have a smoke!"
"Uh..."
Liu Zhizhong was taken aback but still managed a smile and duly drank water and smoked.
Qian Xuan didn't speak again, nor did he ask him to leave, but he did pick up his mobile phone, seemingly scrolling and sending some kind of message.
