Dead People Cannot Stand

When Xia Zhe pushed open the door and entered the room, he happened to witness the scene of Qiao Qiang scolding Xia Jun. He immediately regretted barging in so hastily.

"Look, I still can't win against you!" Xia Jun said resignedly.

"Hmph, when have you ever beaten me? You've never beaten me before," Qiao Qiang said with a cold snort.

"Grandfather, are you playing chess?" Xia Zhe said with a smile.

Qiao Qiang looked up in disdain and totally ignored Xia Zhe. He turned around and gave Xia Zhe the cold shoulder. Xia Jun spread his hands out at Xia Zhe, indicating that there was nothing he could do. Looking at Qiao Qiang's attitude now, it looked as if no one would be able to coax him.

"Grandfather, I came back in a hurry this time and didn't bring you anything. My friend has some good Pu'er tea. I'll bring some for you to try the next time I come," Xia Zhe said.