Qiao Ya took An Xu to a remote corner and sat down. Chatting with him in a low voice, but this day it seemed like...
"Is your hand okay? Does it still hurt now?"
No answer…
"Oh! This kind of situation is so boring! I don't know why the old man talks so much! I wonder how long he has to talk?"
No answer…
"Are you hungry? How about I go get something to eat?"
No answer…
"Just wait for me here, I'll get it."
After waiting for a while, there was still no answer... (It's really embarrassing...)