"Bring a bowl of fried noodles!" Ye Xiao said expressionlessly to the burly man.
"Alright, one serving of fried noodles!" the boss shouted loudly.
Ye Xiao sat at the edge of the shed, here was also where the cold wind would most easily blow, however, Ye Xiao did not feel cold at all. As a Martial Arts expert, he could withstand this bit of chill.
Ye Xiao sat here, waiting for the fried noodles, while sighing softly.
"Little brother, something troubling you?" Just as Ye Xiao was lost in his thoughts, suddenly a voice came to his ear, Ye Xiao looked up, it was precisely the boss.
"Why do you say that?" Ye Xiao looked up and asked the boss in return.
"I am quite experienced, you young people usually encounter emotional issues, and sit here sulking, even forget that there's cold wind blowing."
Ye Xiao shook his head and said, "No!"
