"Deng Wu," the sturdy man said with a smile, his demeanor surprisingly gentle.
Ye Ning pulled Lin Xue down to sit with him, not standing on ceremony in the slightest. At this sight, the youth let out a cold snort. He was roughly the same age as Ye Ning, and since he himself remained standing, he found it incredibly annoying that Ye Ning had taken a seat.
"Is your throat bothering you?" Ye Ning suddenly asked, staring at the youth.
Chapter 17