Zhang Bo was also lonely, although he had money, his social circle was limited.
Because he was too old to hang out with young people.
Most middle-aged people of his age had families and careers, unlike him, who could play around without a care.
So after meeting Ning Fan, who shared his temperament, Zhang Bo opened up completely, almost to the point of cutting a chicken's head and burning yellow paper as a sign of brotherhood.
"Alright. I should get some sleep too."
Looking at Zhang Bo, who was snoring in the blink of an eye, Ning Fan shook his head with a smile, "Meeting each other is a kind of fate. Let me help you extend your happiness."
The main reason was that Zhang Bo's easygoing personality matched Ning Fan's temperament perfectly.
Ning Fan quietly sent a strand of True Qi, channeling it into Zhang Bo's body to help nurture the withered meridians in his kidneys.
Amidst the piercing roar, the plane stopped at New York International Airport.
