Tong Que bit his lip, looking at Qi Jiu's clothes. Indeed, the jacket was wrinkled, as if he had been in a fight, and the pants were indeed wet, with a few tea leaves stuck on them. Is this... is this something he should be cleaning?
Isn't this a personal matter for the officer?
Tong Que hesitated for a moment, then said, "Officer, I... you said I was just here to clean the room."
Qi Jiu raised his chin confidently, "That's right, it's a room. Aren't I part of the room? No... I'm not a thing, damn..."
The more Qi Jiu spoke, the more he felt as if he was cursing himself. He glared hard at Tong Que.
Hmph, it was all because this kid got him all confused.
Qi Jiu slammed the table hard, "When the officer talks, why are you talking back? When you first enlisted, what did your instructor say? Soldiers, obey orders and follow commands. You just need to execute the officer's orders without asking why."
Tong Que nodded, "Yes."
