"If you've got such a kickass fighter, of course you gotta take good care of him. What's a phone compared to that?"
"I think Xiong Jie is just playing the emotional card—he knows Jiang Che wants a family, so he's raising him like his own son now," someone teased.
"If I could, I'd run up and say, 'Jiang Che, I'm your long-lost wife!' But there's no point. I haven't been through life-and-death with him, he was just picked up by Xiong Jie, that's all."
Flying Tiger was a bit stunned; she honestly hadn't thought about that.
The time in the mental hospital dungeon was over, so everyone could come and go freely—naturally, they also got Jiang Che's file.
Now that you mention it, Xiong Jie treating him like an actual son? That really tracks!
A fighter who'll never betray you—as long as you treat him right, he'll do whatever you say.
But what about me?
Flying Tiger lowered her head, pondering what kind of role she should approach Jiang Che with.
