"Zhao Mingzhu, what are you doing here?" Zhai Muchen wanted to talk with Han Ruochen about Han Beijiang's situation, but after seeing Zhai Mingzhu standing next to him, he realised that there were more important things for him to deal with.
"Commander…?" Zhao Mingzhu was just as stunned as Zhai Muchen. He glanced at his superior and then turned to look at Han Ruochen. What was going on? Did the two of them know one another? How could that be possible? Zhai Muchen was the youngest regiment chief. Who was Han Ruochen? No matter how beautiful and talented she was, the chances of her getting to know someone like Zhai Muchen were close to none.
