C544 Sick

"Stop the car, it's late, the old horse carriage is swaying."

Wu Feng sighed, "Such a slow horse, how many years will it take to run to the end?"

Cao Xuan was surprised, "You actually have the talent to compose poems?"

Wu Feng laughed, "It's more like you want to die, forget it, just write it as a poem."

Cao Xuan laughed, "I feel that those words are not bad."

Wu Feng rolled his eyes