บท 1173: We Exchanged Letters

Tang Thirty-Six's tone of voice had always been the most loathsome existence in the world. Even when he wasn't cursing, no one liked to hear it.

But Chen Changsheng liked it, because Tang Thirty-Six was his best friend, and also because this fellow would always appear when he needed him the most. This fellow knew his true thoughts better than he did, and so whenever he didn't know what to choose, it was never wrong to listen to this fellow.

There was nothing reasonable about Tang Thirty-Six's words, but they were inexplicably persuasive.

"How did you get here?"

Chen Changsheng was very concerned about Tang Thirty-Six's health.

Based on Tang Thirty-Six's complexion, that strange and unrelenting fever had probably retreated, but his body was still extremely weak, or else he wouldn't have needed to sit in a wheelchair.

Tang Thirty-Six replied, "How could such an important moment in history happen without me?"