His gaze flitted between her and Xing Liehuo, and Qian Xiaobao's mouth curved into a sly grin. He stroked his chin and said to the coconut seller, "Auntie, give them a coconut!"
"Just one coconut, two straws?"
So considerate!
Qian Xiaobao nodded happily, took the coconut with two straws from the auntie, and seriously handed it over to Xing Liehuo, "My treat, buddy, drink up!"
Xing Liehuo's mouth twitched sharply. Wasn't this a joke? Expecting him, a grown man, to drink this thing on the street?
Taking it without comment, he passed it straight to Lian Qiao, his voice deep and serious, "Here you go, drink!"
Looking at his smug cold face, the scene from a year ago seemed to replay before Qian Xiaobao's eyes—he had been just as stubborn, thinking, doing, and saying the same things...
A year ago, a year later...
He pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly said quite earnestly, "Buddy, there's something I gotta tell you, don't blame me for not warning you, alright?"
