When Yang Qi drove home, he saw a young man in sunglasses, his hair slicked back with gel, standing outside the wall with his phone out, filming inside the yard.
He only stopped what he was doing and turned around when he heard the sound of a car engine.
Yang Qi raised an eyebrow when he got a clear look at the man.
Yang Bo.
They were the same age and from the same village, and they had gone to the same schools from elementary all the way through high school. In theory, even if they weren't the kind of inseparable best friends, they should have been childhood buddies who knew each other inside and out.
But the reality was, the two of them had never gotten along, not since they were kids. It was as if their destinies were meant to clash—they simply couldn't stand the sight of one another.
When they were little, they would get into fights. You'd throw a punch, I'd land a kick.
