The crisp and clear sound of hardship drilled into her ears, instantly dispelling the coldness in her bones.
Feet together, the young man held a sign in one hand and gave a standard military salute with the other, solemnly and earnestly saying, "Serving the people is what we should do. It's not hard. Hello, leader, my name is Xie Zhangyu. I am Lao Shuai's driver, sent by him to pick you up."
"Lao Shuai?" Why was he the one who sent someone?
Feng Qingxue was about to ask when she suddenly remembered that Lao Shuai's eldest son, Lao Zhenhua, had resumed work at the Southeast Military Region. She wondered what the child Han Ye, stolen by the nanny, would look like now.
