C134 If It Wasn't Sweet It Didn't Cost Money

Han Xichen lifted the blanket, put on his clothes, and drove straight to his good friend, Nangong Yifeng.

Dong, dong, dong!

A series of rapid knocks on the door woke Nangong Yifeng, who was sleeping soundly.

After a while, Nangong Yifeng opened the door. He was wearing a loose gray silk pajamas with a large chest exposed under his collar. He leaned against the door and yawned