On the way back, Xia Weibao remained silent.
She thought of that night, when the rocket launcher came crashing in, it was indeed difficult to catch.
In this society now, it really is too dangerous.
However, for some inexplicable reason, her blood seemed to be boiling.
It seemed she was somewhat yearning for that world.
No so many rules, fighting, battling, the strong are king!
Like Jianghu.
When she got home, Lu Hualiang had already returned from work, still as cold as ever, frighteningly so.
Clearly sitting at the same table for dinner, but he didn't even glance at her.
Xia Weibao felt a bit disappointed; he used to serve her dishes.
She glanced at him secretly, feeling a bit guilty, wanting to break the awkwardness.
But to apologize, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Thinking it over, she pointedly but awkwardly said, "This chicken is so tender."
Lu Hualiang ate coldly, his eyes not even moving.
