Although the night was already deep, Old Li's yard still glowed with dim light.
Walking into the yard, one could hear a skit being played on the TV.
The two old men had a bottle of Baijiu in front of them, munching on peanuts while sipping little drinks, utterly at ease.
Upon seeing this scene, Li Chuan walked over and sat down, laughing, "Uncle Li, Uncle Wang, you both are looking pretty spirited! Watching skits so late, is the intent really not in the wine?"
Old Li chuckled, "How are you feeling?"
Li Chuan shook his head, "Honestly, not great. I don't even know why you got injured back then."
Old Li: "…"
Old Wang: "…"
