In the two years after the news of Luo Xudong's betrayal and murder spread, Qiao Xianhong would come three or four times a year. Gradually, it became twice a year, and in the past two years, it's been once a year. This year, he came quite early.
Beisitian glanced at the things in the two net bags on the cabinet and then sat on the kang. She did not know why Mrs. Qin called her back, and it was not convenient to ask in front of outsiders.
"Comrade Little Qiao, our Little Tian'er has endured a lot of hardships with us. As your uncle just mentioned, maybe you could see if there's anything suitable for her in the military," said Mrs. Qin with a smile, noticing Beisitian's gaze. However, she felt somewhat guilty and avoided meeting her eyes.
