Huo Shiqian: "No, we are peers."
His voice was very calm.
Xia Chuyi's laughter grew even more joyous as she said, "Oh, what a pity..."
Her tone was a bit mischievous.
"Chuyi, have you been drinking?" Huo Shiqian asked composedly from the other end.
Xia Chuyi giggled, patting her slightly reddened face—today was New Year's, and she indeed had a little to drink.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be teasing Huo Shiqian like this.
But she wouldn't tell Huo Shiqian that.
"By the way, how did you guys celebrate in the army, and how do you have time to call me?" Xia Chuyi curiously asked Huo Shiqian on the other end of the phone, smoothly changing the subject.
Huo Shiqian said, "The army is holding a New Year's gala."
"A New Year's gala?" Xia Chu's smile grew wider as she said, "Does that mean there are lots of pretty young ladies from the cultural troupe there?"
"Pretty young ladies?" Huo Shiqian's voice remained even as he replied, "No, just bratty boys."
