Feng Qingxue and Lu Jiang were walking back to the camp, and as they passed the orphanage, they suddenly thought of Wang Zhao.
"How is that child doing now? Did he manage to enlist as he wished?" Feng Qingxue was a bit frustrated. Ever since returning from the south, she had been busy without knowing what she was busy with. Lu Jiang hadn't been home for long, and the couple hadn't discussed this matter. Over time, they had forgotten about Wang Zhao, which was really inexcusable.
Lu Jiang replied, "I didn't intervene. He got accepted on his own merit into the Capital Art Troupe."
Feng Qingxue felt relieved, "Achieving what he wished for, that's great."
They help others without seeking anything in return, but they were happy to see those they helped moving in a positive direction.
