Yang Yunhai frowned, carefully scrutinizing Song Mocheng from head to toe.
He glanced again at Gu Lingling, who was smiling and talking to He Yue.
The little girl seemed quite spirited now.
Why does she look so lifeless when facing him? Or is it fear?
Is he really that scary?
And this guy named Song Mocheng, just a pretty boy, is he really worth such a happy smile?
The little girl has poor taste these days.
If Song Mocheng were thrown into his army, he'd surely be trained until he's flat on the ground.
Yang Yunhai internally sneered.
(Song Mocheng: Am I really that useless?)
"Aren't you two going to the army? Why aren't you leaving yet?" A cold voice drifted over, interrupting the conversation between Gu Lingling and the others.
"You're going to the army?" He Yue asked, "You should hurry then. I'm... I need to send Brother Mocheng off, so I won't chat with you more."
