Xia Jinyuan nodded with satisfaction. Suddenly, it seemed like Ye Jian was looking at him… He stepped back swiftly, planning to sit in the wicker chair again.
After retreating two steps, Xia Jinyuan turned around and stared at the man who was moving the wicker chair away to make him fall. Raising his eyebrows, he sneered. "Han Zheng, you are too old to play this kind of childish game."
The 20-year-old Han Zheng was a lieutenant in the army. Just like Xia Jinyuan, he was also the grandchild of a personnel from the Red Army.
They were childhood friends who grew up in the same courtyard. They were so close that they knew the details down to the puberty of each other.
Hearing this, Han Zheng also raised his eyebrows wildly. "Ha, compared to your behavior just now, mine was not childish at all."