"It's not good for you to know too many secrets," said Xia Jinyuan while taking off his military cap. The smile on his elegant face became more visible. "How did you understand that gesture? Who taught you?"
As gentle and tender his handsome face may seem, it had wound up Ye Jian's nerves.
Even when he was smiling, his eyes looked extremely sharp, like a pair of swords revealing their chilly glints, which could split a human's soul in half.
Instead of sitting at the seat that Xia Jinyuan had designated for her, Ye Jian chose the chair closest to the door and faced him sideways. She replied plainly, "No one taught me. I just happened to notice your action."
"Oh? Are you saying you knew what it meant once you saw it? That's impressive." Xia Jinyuan said and raised his eyebrows. His pitch-black eyes became darker. He said calmly, "You have changed a lot, but Grandpa Gen spares no effort to stand up for you."
