"Spearing several top generals in the Han camp, no matter how brave, how could one guard against an ambush from ten directions? Pass down the order: don't send out the troops. Everyone return to your tents??..."
An old man wearing sneakers and a pure-white, understated luxury jacket carried a box of crawfish, peanuts, and beer while humming an aria from Peking opera. He had a fashionable hairstyle like a young person's, and even wore sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
The streets were not very lively in the early morning. They probably would not become crowded and bustling until around eight or nine, when everyone gradually started heading to work.
He had been forced to take the day off. Sigh??.
Grandpa Liu walked home with a heavy heart. Even the crawfish in his hand no longer seemed quite as fragrant.
Hmm?
After turning a corner, Grandpa Liu suddenly saw a familiar figure walking toward the entrance, and that motorcycle parked not far away...?
His eyes narrowed.
This wasn't the delivery guy... No, wasn't this that girl's friend!?
The sorrow he had felt moments ago dissipated considerably. Curious, Grandpa Liu walked toward him.
Xia Yan reached the security booth and said softly:
"Hello, I'm here to install a computer for the resident on the sixteenth floor of Building C..."
"Isn't this you, kid?"
A hearty voice suddenly interrupted Xia Yan.
Grandpa Liu came over laughing loudly and patted Xia Yan on the shoulder.
"Uncle Liu!"
The young man sitting inside the security booth instantly stood at attention??, greeting Grandpa Liu enthusiastically. He was completely different from the calm way he had treated Xia Yan moments earlier.
"Hey, Xiaoyi. I know this guy. I'll take him in, so you can skip the registration. It's too much of a hassle."
Xia Yan