After all, they were old friends meeting in a foreign land. Though Lu Xun and Gao Shou's friendship with Han Jinyue fell far short of the bond between the two men, they could still be called friends. It was only that they had rarely kept in touch over the past decade or so in the real world, making their friendship somewhat faint.
But no matter how faint it was, it still existed.
Thus, since Lu Xun and Gao Shou had arrived first, they immediately arranged a feast.
And considering that Han Jinyue was a woman, the wine at the feast was replaced with tea.
After all, it was one thing for two grown men to hug each other and cry in a room where no one could see them. But if they got drunk afterward and hugged each other crying again, that would be rather awkward.
"I never thought Zhao Cheng really wasn't a player. More than ten years ago, I thought he already was one. After all, his presence had changed enormously compared to how he was at the very beginning."
After the three sat down, Han Jinyue spoke.
More than ten years ago, she had not merely suspected Zhao Cheng of being a player—she had even suspected that he had drawn General Yingtian's character card.
Of course, she had no evidence for that suspicion. It was nothing more than a person's sixth sense.
Yet after several rounds of probing, the results had proven that it was all merely her own fantasy.
But now that she had seen these two, she began to wonder again whether Zhao Cheng had also become a player later on. After all, during those later years, the three of them had kept in very frequent contact.
Still, Han Jinyue did not tell the two