C741 Unprepared Happiness

In the tent nearby, Zhang Wensheng wished he could cover his ears. The noise was unbearable, like a relentless assault on his senses. Silently, he gave a thumbs-up toward Nangong Xuan's tent. "Man, you're something else!"

Afterward, Nangong Xuan licked his lips with satisfaction, got up swiftly, dressed, and stood at the tent entrance to collect rainwater