Long Aixi just glanced at Tian Xiaobei indifferently, before quickly focusing back on cutting the grass. He wielded the sickle with surprising adeptness.
Tian Xiaobei couldn't help but wonder, was it Xia Dabao who had taught him?
The first time Tian Xiaobei had used a sickle to cut grass, it had also been Xia Dabao who taught him.
"Dabao, good morning," Tian Xiaobei still approached Xia Dabao.
"Mhm," Xia Dabao responded without looking up.
Tian Xiaobei knew Xia Dabao would react like this, so he wasn't in a hurry, overflowing with patience.
But the young man next to Xia Dabao shifted his position to block the space between Xia Dabao and him.
"Dabao, do you have guests at home?" Tian Xiaobei was sure that there was no relationship between the two of them, and maybe this young man was also serving as Xia Dabao's shield.
He remembered Xia Dabao had said that her family didn't really have any relatives left.
