Xiaoqi dragged his heavy steps forward. Fang Chuning wore a grim expression, coldly laughing as he gazed at him, "You knew I was here, yet you hid for all these days, quite thoroughly too. What are you afraid of?"
"Brother, how did you know I was here?" Xiaoqi looked somewhat displeased, pressing his lips together in unease. Timidly, yet with a hint of coquettish tone, he said, "I didn't know you were here, Brother. If I had known, I would have certainly come to see you."
"Lies, every word," Fang Chuning said with a faint smile. "Mianmian, what are you afraid of? It's not like I'm going to eat you."
Xiaoqi chuckled and moved closer to Fang Chuning, sitting down beside him. With curiosity in his eyes, he asked, "After all these years, how could Brother still recognize me?"
Fang Chuning reached out his hand to tousle Xiaoqi's hair, but instead of answering, he asked in return, "How have these years been for you?"
