"You went up the mountain? Are you injured?" Li Xiu'e quickly put down the wild boar meat and looked at An Yinan carefully.

An Yinan waved his hand, "I'm fine."

Zhang Qian silently took his arm back, and everyone's attention was not on him. Naturally, they didn't realize that the injured person was him.

And it is he who hides his merit and fame.

An Yinan didn't mean not to say anything, but Zhang Qian's status and special status, he usually wore silver-rimmed ...