Instead, she slowly set down the towel and nodded calmly.
"But you need to be clear on one thing: connections aren't enough. Sun Zhenhai himself must meet the basic enlistment standards."
"What are these basic standards? Tell me."
Sensing a slight give in her tone, Yang Yunhua pressed urgently.
Noticing her nervousness, Song Qingya took her arm and said in a low voice, "Let's go. We can sit down and talk it over."
As they walked to the living room, a wave of relief washed over Yang Yunhua. She felt she had finally made a breakthrough and couldn't suppress her delight.
"I knew you'd help your brother. You wouldn't want to see him get left behind, right? Oh, Qingya, as long as you can sort out this enlistment business for Sun Zhenhai, you can live here for as long as you like. Your Uncle Sun and I won't mind at all!"
Hearing this, Song Qingya frowned slightly.
'What a joke.'
'She had completely lost any emotional connection to this place.'
