Gao Dalin looked at the person who clearly seemed unwell but insisted on barging in, and he was truly at a loss.
Especially when he glanced at the person beside him, he inwardly cursed his bad luck.
But he absolutely couldn't stop him. As someone who was once a soldier, he couldn't lay a hand on an old revolutionary with medals hanging from his chest.
Recalling Zhao Gang going out with that woman and only returning on the third day, then never mentioning it again, he knew their relationship wasn't good.
As for the elderly person in front of him supposedly resembling Mr. Zhao, Gao Dalin simply ignored such remarks.
Seriously, his salary was paid by Zhao Gang's family, not by this old man in front of him, and certainly not by the fierce woman beside him.
Gao Dalin would absolutely not support this old man. What if the man deliberately fell?
Zhao Rui, supporting the stumbling Zhao Jiangnan, was truly exhausted, but no matter how tired she was, she had to persevere.
