Early the next morning, around six-thirty.
Weilan woke up early, freshened up, smoothed the sheets, tidied the bed neatly, and went downstairs.
As soon as she arrived downstairs, she saw Chen Jingbo sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing a black crew-neck T-shirt and black dress pants, making his figure appear even longer and lean.
He was holding a newspaper, reading the morning news.
Weilan was momentarily stunned. He came so early?
Chen Jingbo was sitting in such a position that he could easily see the top of the stairs. Of course, he didn't need to look; he heard the footsteps as Weilan walked, holding the newspaper in his hand. He raised his eyes towards the top of the stairs, spotted Weilan, and smiled slightly, saying: "Good morning!"
"Uh, morning." Weilan hurriedly walked down, greeted Chen Jingbo: "Chief Chen, why did you come so early?"
"Chief Chen?" Chen Jingbo's gaze fell on Weilan's face, his look was shining and smiling: "Are you my soldier?"
