Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

[Tell me, what happened to Uncle?]

Before the lights in the theater had completely dimmed, Xie Yuchen couldn't help but send a message to Hei Xiazi questioning him.

[That's how it is. The first thing they did was introduce me as their uncle. What could I do?]

I can only console myself that "uncle" sounds better than "grandpa".

Using the dim light from the screen, Hei Xiazi shrugged at Xie Yuchen, indicating that he had no choice.

Then he continued typing: [What a pity, I was going to introduce myself as her childhood sweetheart.]

Right after I sent that message, I felt a dull pain in my forearm.

"Hiss..." Black Bear gasped sharply, instinctively reaching out to cover his arm where he had been hit.

When she turned to look at Xie Yuchen, her eyes behind her sunglasses were full of accusation.

"Master Hua, a gentleman uses words, not fists!"

"With you, there's no need to follow any gentlemanly rules." Xie Yuchen slowly withdrew his hand, his fingertips resting naturally on his knee, and rolled his eyes without any politeness.

He was already annoyed by the change from "Little Flower Brother" to "Uncle," but Hei Xiazi's use of the term "childhood sweetheart" made him feel both angry and amused.

Feeling increasingly frustrated, Xie Yuchen's fingers flew across the screen: [Remember to transfer your movie ticket money to me.]

Feeling utterly frustrated, Xie Yuchen's fingers flew across his phone screen: [Remember to transfer your movie ticket money to me]

[Wow! Seriously, Mr. Hua? We're like brothers, it's just the cost of a movie ticket, why are you making such a fuss about it?] Hei Xiazi replied almost instantly, his tone full of disbelief.

"If you take back what you just said, I won't charge you." Xie Yuchen replied calmly, his attitude very clear.

Looking at the text on the screen, Hei Xiazi remained silent.

A moment later, Xie Yuchen's phone rang with a transfer notification.

Black Bear transferred the money decisively.

He doesn't care about this small amount of money, and he doesn't want to easily take back what he said, even if it was a joke.

As the movie officially began, the lights in the huge theater were completely turned off, leaving only the light from the screen flickering in the darkness, casting interplay of light and shadow on everyone's faces.

The bear already has exceptional vision, and it sees even more clearly in this dim environment.

He had no interest in the animated film on the screen; his gaze went straight through the crowd and locked onto a figure not far away.

Yes, she seemed quite engrossed in watching it.

The girl's profile was softened by the screen light, and her eyelashes cast a small, light shadow under her eyes.

Her lips curved into a smile, revealing shallow dimples that were incredibly pleasing to the eye.

Hmm? Wait a minute, something's not right!

Why are the two of them so close? The man is practically touching her!

Black Bear's gaze suddenly sharpened, his previously casual eyes instantly becoming piercing.

A low-pressure atmosphere enveloped him, completely out of place with the lively and cheerful atmosphere around him.

"What's wrong?" Xie Yuchen immediately noticed the strangeness in the person next to him and asked in a low voice.

Black Bear snorted coldly, sinking deeper into his seat, radiating a chilling aura that said "keep away."

"I saw something glaring, and it made me feel uncomfortable."

After saying that, he picked up his phone again and explained carefully, tapping the screen hard with his fingertips, each word filled with displeasure.

[That guy was touching her inappropriately, fiddling with her hair one minute and pinching her fingers the next. He didn't act like a proper boyfriend at all! He was just a thug!]

After reading the message, Xie Yuchen couldn't help but twitch his lips, silently thinking to himself: You have the right to criticize others? If you were sitting next to her right now, your behavior would probably be even worse than this man's; touching him would be the least of your worries.

The fact that the word "hooligan" came out of Hei Xiazi's mouth was somewhat like a thief crying "stop thief!"

However, in keeping with Hei Xiazi's stance, he ultimately did not retaliate.

He simply asked, "So do you think the Ming Dynasty is serious, or just using this as a shield to put on a show for us?"

"Whether it's true or false," Hei Xiazi's lips curled into a domineering smile, "I just can't stand looking at that guy."

Xie Yuchen raised an eyebrow, quite agreeing: "I also don't like that person very much; their behavior is too intimate. But they're always together, and Mingchao is right here. We can't just confront her directly and embarrass her."

The dim light shone on Hei Xiazi's angular profile, and a sharp glint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"If open methods don't work, let's try covert ones." He tilted his head slightly, his voice extremely low, audible only to the two of them. "Isn't dealing with people who get in our way our forte?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Yuchen maintained his calm and collected demeanor, but his eyes turned colder as he spoke expressionlessly: "Fine, but if you're going to do it, do it cleanly, without leaving a trace, to avoid getting burned."

While Xie Yuchen and Hei Xiazi were whispering amongst themselves, a subtle undercurrent was brewing, on the other side, the two who were pretending to be watching the movie together were not idle at all.

Zhang Haixia maintained an intimate posture throughout, her fingertips casually tugging at the ends of Shen Mingchao's hair.

Soft strands of hair gently entwined around his fingertips, the movement tender and natural.

He lowered his eyes, lowered his voice, and his breath brushed against her ear: "The one with the sunglasses has been peeking at us since just now."

Shen Mingchao was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, but his focus completely shifted. He asked, half-jokingly, "Wow~ Shrimp Boy, he was wearing sunglasses the whole time, and you could still accurately sense his gaze? That's amazing!"

"Extreme vigilance is a fundamental skill that every member of the Zhang family must master."

Zhang Haixia chuckled softly, then gently took Shen Mingchao's hand in his palm, stroking her fingers tenderly, and continued, "If I'm not mistaken, that gentleman in sunglasses is already itching to kill me."

He added as soon as he finished speaking, "Oh, and that guy in the pink shirt was just as hostile towards me as Mr. Sunglasses."

"It seems,"

Zhang Haixia chuckled, a hint of smugness and amusement in his voice: "I've successfully become a thorn in the side of many people."

Shen Mingchao raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

She gently hooked her fingertips around Zhang Haixia's palm and asked with interest, "Aren't you afraid? These two aren't exactly friendly."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Zhang Haixia turned his head, his eyes filled with tenderness, and the smile on his lips deepened. "It's my honor to stand by your side and make them so wary."