We found a restaurant to have lunch. As soon as I was seated, I looked at the notebook I had stolen from Nie Yalong. More than half of it contained newspaper clippings about Grandpa. Of course, Grandpa was just a low-key consultant so the protagonist in these reports was Sun Tiger. It seemed Sun Tiger had a good time in the 1990s, like a star in the field of law enforcement.

Raising her glass, Xiaotao said, "Every generation has its giants. It used to be Sun Tiger and your grandfather’s era, and now it’s ours."

Upon noticing my silence, Xiaotao pinched my face, squeezing out a smile. "Song Yang, you’ve been sullen ever since we arrived. Are you still the Song Yang I know?"

"I’m sorry!" I rubbed my face, "I...