The Patrol Office.
Jiang Ning walked alone to the side of the brazier and sat down, rubbed his hands together, then spread them out to warm them by the fire.
"Commander Jiang, with your physique, you still need to warm yourself by the fire?"
Seeing this scene before him, Feng Xiaochen laughed.
Hearing this, Jiang Ning's face also revealed a faint smile.
"Habit!"
At Jiang Ning's words, realization dawned on Feng Xiaochen's face.
"True!"
"Commander Jiang was an ordinary person for more than ten years. A habit of more than ten years is very hard to change in a short while."
After saying this, he also sat down beside Jiang Ning in passing and stretched out both hands to warm them by the fire.
Immediately after.
Feng Xiaochen also rubbed his hands together. "Warming yourself by the fire in the dead of winter really is comfortable!"
A trace of thought immediately surfaced in his eyes, as though he had recalled some distant memory.
The next moment.
Feng Xiaochen shook his head slightly. "Commander Jiang, I wonder what level your progress in the Prairie Fire Spear Technique has reached!"
"My progress is all right!" Jiang Ning said.
Hearing this, Feng Xiaochen nodded in understanding.
For him to say the two words "all right" meant Jiang Ning did not want to discuss this topic in depth.
Why would he not want to discuss it in depth? Wasn't it because his progress was poor and he had not gained much, so he did not want to dwell on this topic?
Thinking of this, Feng Xiaochen could not help murmuring inwardly.
"This Commander Jiang is a prodigy of sweeping talent, with the bearing of a Young Grandmaster! Today, I might as well sell him a favor!"
After pondering for a breath, Feng Xiaochen had