On the way to the airport, Xing Ye thought it over and decided to give Lian Qiao a call.
The phone rhythmically beeped several times before someone picked up, and as it happens, it was Lian Qiao.
"Hello, Huoguo, aren't you watching the grand martial arts competition at the base?"
The crisp voice of a woman came through the phone, warming Xing Ye's heart. His stern face softened unconsciously, and his fingers caressed the phone for a few seconds before he spoke in a low, magnetic voice, as gentle as spring water.
"Lian Qiao, prepare a few extra dishes in the kitchen for lunch today."
In the large living room of Jingli, Lian Qiao was playing chess with Old Lady Shen.
No, to be exact, as a chess novice, she was being harshly tormented by the old lady. Therefore, her mind was entirely on the chessboard, and she asked casually,
"Oh? Is a guest coming?"
"Yes, a very important guest."