"Of course, I was scared," Xia Liang shrugged. "But at that time, there was only one option. There was no time to defuse the bomb, and I was prepared to drive the car straight into the sea if I really couldn't make it."
Lu Guangyao gave her a thumbs-up. "Courageous! Responsible!"
At that moment, a kind and amiable elderly woman with graying hair emerged from the kitchen in the side hall, carrying a fragrant dish. She took a close look at Xia Liang.
"You must be Xia Liang, right? You're even younger than I imagined. Old Lu has been talking my ear off about you these past few days."
Without needing an introduction, Xia Liang politely stood up. "Hello, Grandma. I'm a bit embarrassed to be imposing like this on our first meeting."
"Not at all." The old woman appreciated Xia Liang even more when she saw that she didn't possess the usual impatience of young people. "There's just one more dish. Everyone, please, let's get to the table."
