Huo Shiqian listened intently to Uncle Xia's tales, nodding occasionally to show agreement.
After a friendly exchange, Uncle Xia had an even better impression of him.
Towards the end, Huo Shiqian stood up and stretched out his hand to Xia Chuyi, saying, "Comrade Chuyi, hello. On behalf of the organization, I express care and greetings to you."
His action was so smooth and natural that Uncle Xia didn't give it much thought, considering it part of a formal greeting process.
Xia Chuyi glanced at Huo Shiqian's earnest expression and his outstretched, clearly articulated large palm.
She secretly stuck out her tongue in her heart.
With reverence and anxiety, she stepped forward and took his hand, shaking it up and down while saying, "Hello, Uncle Liberation Army!"
She looked like a primary school student meeting a leader.
Huo Shiqian raised his eyebrow slightly, his expression unchanged, and said lightly, "Uncle Liberation Army?"
There was a hint of confusion in his tone.