"Senior Brother Pang?"
Huang An was slightly surprised in his heart, smiling as he greeted him.
Pang Han coldly glanced at Huang An, letting out a heavy breath through his nostrils.
"Humph!"
After snorting coldly, he glared at Huang An once more before pacing away quickly.
Huang An was baffled, staring at the receding figure of Pang Han with his brows furrowed.
This man's temperament is unpredictable. He drank my Returning Soup, treating me kindly for three days, but now he's treating me worse. Could there be an expiration date and side effects for the soup?
I shouldn't get too close to this man, a simple greeting is enough.
Having made up his mind, Huang An shrugged off the annoyance in his heart, gathering up his spirits and running towards the training field.
The attitudes of others don't involve his personal interests, so Huang An wasn't bothered by it.