Tian Xia immediately looked at Ye Qingyu.
She had never told Ye Qingyu about being the commissar's niece, would he be upset about it?
Ye Qingyu indeed didn't speak, his face turned dark.
Chief Zhao, not knowing what was going on, asked, "Mr. Ye, what's wrong with you? Don't you remember her? I saw her once two years ago, but thinking about it, even further back, we've met her! Ten years ago, right when we first joined the military, we visited the commissar's home and saw her then! She was only eleven or twelve, a little girl, skinny and dark, a wild kid who supposedly ran around outside all the time... Haha, didn't it ring a bell?"
Tian Xia: …
Oh no!
Her perfect image!
What did she know at eleven?
No clue about sun protection, running wild outside every day, skinny and scraggly.
Even now, Ye Qingyu still dislikes her being young, eleven years old... simply unbearable!
