However, in places like this, there are naturally both bustling and less bustling areas.
Just like the place where Fang Yi was standing at this moment.
Standing by the riverbank, Fang Yi had just finished jogging. Not far away was a square, but Fang Yi didn't plan to go there.
It was around seven o'clock, and there were a moderate number of people by the riverbank, neither too many nor too few, but it didn't bother Fang Yi.
Fang Yi turned his back to the riverbank railing, keeping a good distance, placed his hands on the ground, and rested his toes on the railing, then began to do push-ups.
Fang Yi didn't count in his head; he didn't care how many he did, he just went until he felt it was enough.
And so, a scene unfolded on the usually extremely calm riverbank: a man with a full beard, wearing a vest, facing the cold wind, doing push-ups in a manner unimaginable to ordinary people.
