Jiangbin City, Central Avenue.

Two tall, beautiful, and charming girls were leisurely strolling down the street. Their footsteps on the uneven stone pavement, their presence became a striking scene, attracting attention and turning heads at an alarming rate.

The girl in the beige trench coat, her short hair slightly messy, seemed to be taking the lead, saying casually, "It's fine, what could happen? He eats well, sleeps well at my place, and trains hard. He's doing great."

Beside her, the girl in the flowing white dress adjusted her wind-blown black hair, a hesitant look on her face. "He..."

"Hey, you can't stop talking about him. Did you come out with me to go shopping or not?" Xia Yan tilted her head, looking at Han Jiangxue with dissatisfaction.

"Yeah," Han Jiangxue said softly, then closed her mouth.

"Here," Xia Yan said, one hand in her trench coat pocket, slightly raising her arm and gesturing towards Han Jiangxue.

Han Jiangxue rolled her eyes at Xia Yan helplessly and reached out to take her arm.

Beneath Xia Yan's calm exterior, her heart was cheering.

Usually, it was always she who shamelessly clung to your arm. Finally, this old lady has turned the tables!

The corners of Xia Yan's glistening lips turned up slightly, and she sang a song in her heart: Our common people, ah, are truly, truly happy.

"I think he's been acting strange lately. He trains so hard, yet he still has time to play on his phone." After walking quietly for less than 10 steps, Han Jiangxue spoke again.

Xia Yan's heart skipped a beat. "Oh? Really? I'll check on him when I get back and confiscate his phone, so he won't play games. It seems like the kid isn't tired enough. I need to increase the intensity of his training."

"Yeah, that's not a bad idea," Han Jiangxue nodded in agreement.

At the same time, half an hour after Xia Yan had been coaxed out shopping, a black sedan slowly pulled up in front of Xia Yan's house.

After the doorbell rang, Aunt Zhou walked over, looked through the peephole, and hurriedly opened the door.

"Mr. Xia," Aunt Zhou said politely.

"Ah, Little Zhou, is Yan'er home?" Outside the door, a middle-aged man with a square face asked.

Although Aunt Zhou was older than Xia Shanhai, that was how they addressed each other.

"Miss just left half an hour ago. She went shopping with a friend," Aunt Zhou replied.

"Mm, I see. How has she been lately?" Xia Shanhai stepped inside, looking concerned. "You know, at this age, kids don't communicate with us parents enough."

"Mr. Xia, Miss has been in a good mood lately and has been training very hard. According to her, she's going to the snowfields for training tomorrow," Aunt Zhou said, handing Xia Shanhai slippers while praising Xia Yan.

"Mm, that's good. It's good that the child is sensible," Xia Shanhai said as he walked into the house. "Has anything changed at home recently?"

"This..." Aunt Zhou hesitated for a moment, then said, "A child moved into the house. Miss Xia brought him back seven days ago, but she sent him directly to the basement and he hasn't come out since."

Xia Shanhai was shocked. What was going on?

Xia Yan threw Jiang Xiaopi into the basement?

He hadn't come out for seven days?

His precious daughter had imprisoned someone else's son?

He thought his daughter was just being playful and preparing to keep him "hidden away," but he didn't expect Xia Yan to actually engage in illegal detention?

Although the Xia couple definitely did not agree to this marriage because they knew Jiang Xiaopi was no good, Jiang Xiaopi was still his close friend's son, and he couldn't let the child be harmed.

"What's going on?" Xia Shanhai asked urgently.

"That child is truly a good child." Aunt Zhou, a woman in her fifties, also loved to gossip. When she thought of Jiang Xiao, she was filled with affection and even a little pity. "He trains in the basement every day. A week ago, Miss even hired a personal trainer for him. They live and eat together in the basement. I bring them water and food every day. You don't know, every time I see him, he's covered in sweat as if he just took a shower. And the child often has bruises on his face, which breaks my heart..."

Xia Shanhai was slightly stunned. Everything that was happening here seemed completely different from what he had imagined. "Jiang Xiaopi is training in the basement?"

"Yes, Mr. Xia. Would you like to go take a look?" Aunt Zhou suggested. "It's almost time for dinner. We can go call them. Sir, why don't you eat here too? The sun hasn't set yet. Let the child come out and see the sun."

Let the child come out and see the sun.

Come out and see the sun.

See the sun.

Those words stunned Xia Shanhai.

"Mm," Xia Shanhai nodded, but he was very dissatisfied with the person on lookout. This informant was useless. He only saw Jiang Xiaopi and Xia Yan go home and didn't see the personal trainer enter the house?

How was this person monitoring?

As the lock on the basement door clicked open, Xia Shanhai stepped inside.

Walking down the stairs, besides the sound of the ventilation pipes humming, Xia Shanhai also heard a "thump thump" sound.

In the distance, the strong and sturdy Lei Jin was wearing foot targets on both hands, moving forward and backward with control, constantly urging Jiang Xiao, allowing Jiang Xiao to use his fists and feet to strike the targets.

From time to time, Lei Jin would also counterattack a few times.

And Jiang Xiao, wearing protective gear, was sweating profusely, his eyes fixed on the target in front of him, filled with determination and fighting spirit.

Such a look in such a youthful face was truly worthy of admiration.

Aunt Zhou, wanting the child to see the sun, hurriedly interrupted the training of the two. In a little while, the sun would really set.

"Xiao Pi, stop for a moment," Aunt Zhou said, gesturing to the person beside her. "This is Mr. Xia, Xia Yan's father."

"Uh?" Jiang Xiao was stunned. He looked at the tall, serious-faced middle-aged man in the distance. No wonder Xia Yan was so tall. Her dad was almost 1.9 meters tall, right?

After thinking carefully, Jiang Xiao found this face in his hazy memory.

The former Jiang Xiaopi didn't seem to have met Xia Shanhai many times either. He had seen him once at a family dinner back in elementary school. Later, before his parents went on missions, Jiang Xiaopi would occasionally see Xia Shanhai waiting at the door.

But all of this happened in elementary school, and the frequency wasn't very high.

"Uncle Xia...?" Jiang Xiao hesitated for a moment, tentatively calling out.

For a 25-year-old adult, calling a man in his mid-forties uncle wasn't difficult.

What's more, this was Xia Yan's father. Xia Yan was so good to Jiang Xiao, so he should be polite.

"Hehe, Xiao Pi has grown up. I'm very pleased to see you working so hard." Xia Shanhai's serious face softened, and a gratified smile appeared. "Come on, come up and rest for a bit. Over the years, I've really paid too little attention to you, a dereliction of duty."

Jiang Xiao scratched his head and looked at Lei Jin beside him.

Unexpectedly, Lei Jin had already taken off the foot targets and was striding towards the door.

This coach must have been suffocating too...

When Jiang Xiao walked out of the basement, he happened to see the open window in the corridor. Outside, Lei Jin was facing the setting sun, his arms open, as if embracing nature.

The sunlight was indeed better than the dim light bulb.

Jiang Xiao walked to the window and followed Lei Jin's figure to look at the distant horizon. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the clouds in the sky, dyeing the originally white clouds into a beautiful dark red.

Breathing in the fresh air outside the window, a message imprinted itself in Jiang Xiao's mind.

"Star Power Upgrade!

Star Power: Star Dust Stage Lv.3!"