When Zhang Shaoting returned, Yang Chen was already drinking tea with Ye Xin.
"How is it?" Yang Chen glanced at Zhang Shaoting and asked.
Zhang Shaoting took a deep breath and clasped his fists toward Yang Chen, "I understand!"
"Really understand?"
"Really understand!"
Yang Chen nodded.
The reason he confirmed once more is because sometimes this kind of understanding is like breaking a thin layer of window paper; once it's pierced, one understands, but if not, one feels they understand, but actually doesn't.
The gap between understanding and truly understanding is small, but this small difference is like night and day.
"Sit down, have some tea and rest." Yang Chen said.
Earlier, he didn't show much strength, whereas Zhang Shaoting had exhausted himself completely. When the gloves were removed, Yang Chen saw that Zhang Shaoting's clothes were soaked through.
Zhang Shaoting sat down and drank an entire pot of tea.
