Ding-dong!
With a crisp chime of the doorbell, the security door was opened from inside. A woman in her forties sized Ling Chen up and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Ling Chen smiled and said, "Hello, I'm here to see the old General."
"The old General is about to take his lunch nap. How about you come back another day?" No sooner had the woman spoken than Qiao Zhen's voice came from inside the house: "You little punk, you finally remembered to come see this old man."
With Qiao Zhen saying that, the woman didn't dare block Ling Chen anymore and hurriedly ushered him in.
In the living room, Qiao Zhen was wearing a loose Tang suit and sitting on the sofa, his back straight. Even though he had already stepped down from his post, the aura of a soldier still radiated from him.
"Old General." Ling Chen grinned, handed the gift in his hand to the woman, then walked up to Qiao Zhen.
"I thought you'd forgotten this old man. It's been so long and you didn't even make a phone call."
