After a short while.
Qin Zhan's eyes, already worn with age, somehow managed to look even older, and his body seemed to stoop a little more.
Lu Chang'sheng, on the other hand, was glowing with health, a sly, satisfied grin twitching at the corner of his mouth like a plot well-executed.
Clap, clap.
Lu Chang'sheng patted Qin Zhan on the shoulder and chuckled, "Alright, alright, relax—it was just a little greeting gift, you don't have to act like I asked for your life."
Seriously?
The damn gift damn near stripped him down to his underwear.
Qin Zhan managed a bitter smile, "It's fine, I can hold on."
What, you can still hold on?
Lu Chang'sheng's eyes lit up, and he reached out his hand, "Looks like you've got a hefty stash. Old man, how about coughing up a bit more?"
Qin Zhan didn't quite catch what "cough up a bit more" meant, but the look on Lu Chang'sheng's face said it all.
He shuddered and waved his hand, "No way, can't hold on, not a chance…"
