Tang Fei and Little Fatty arrived at Feng Courtyard; she was accompanying Sheng Xinhua for drinks.
She glanced up at the sky; the sun was high, and the light was warm.
Is this reasonable?
Reasonable, very reasonable with Mr. Sheng around.
Tang Fei walked straight in, sat beside Phoenix, and said with a smile, "Starting to drink in the morning?"
"The plan for the year lies in spring, the plan for the day lies in morning. Drinking in the morning, feels invigorating. Drinking at night, you sleep through the night." Sheng Xinhua lounged comfortably on the sofa, his phoenix eyes cast sideways, sizing up Tang Fei.
It's been a while since they last met; he looks more mature and composed than before.
Well, he's indeed a dominant figure, the lord of tens of thousands of soldiers...
Yet, his 'mocking the world' attitude always remained.
It's his Old Land traces, a 'bad habit' nurtured in the Henshan Forest, not easily washed away.
Perhaps it won't be eradicated in this lifetime.
