"No way, that's how the military is. Without strict management, people tend to easily scatter."
Ye Ranran agreed. The human heart is the hardest thing to grasp. You never know when it might be gone, scattered.
When they were almost done eating, the singing and dancing performance began.
At that moment, the door to the small room was pushed open, and a woman in a military uniform came in from outside.
Jun Mochan turned back warily, and upon seeing who entered, he squinted his eyes.
Fan Rou made a gesture for silence, and Jun Mochan indeed cooperated by pretending not to see her and turned his head away.
Fan Rou tiptoed behind Ye Ranran and covered her eyes with her hand.
"What are you doing?" Ye Ranran thought it was Jun Mochan, feeling that this game he played was particularly mindless.
It was just the two of them here. Did he think she wouldn't guess it was him?
"Guess who I am?" Fan Rou said deliberately, altering her voice.
"Rourou?" Ye Ranran guessed.
