A siheyuan courtyard in Beijing looked no different from usual. Every office and courtyard was still in perfect order, everyone quietly busy with their own official duties.
In the last office, Shi Dashen finished reading the application in his hand and once again swept a cool glance at the junior in front of him who had completely won his respect.
Zhou Jiao's expression was steady and even relaxed, not the least bit restrained. But at this very moment, she was already grumbling to herself: What are you looking at? She was definitely going to get those years of military service—this had to do with a bigger game.
"Come on, tell your uncle, are you being bullied in the unit?"
Zhou Jiao shook her head. "No, everyone is focused on work, no one's idle enough to pick a fight."
"There has to be some reason, right?"
Zhou Jiao blinked and smiled lightly. "Uncle Shi, I like the new military uniform."
