Under his peculiar gaze, Wang Yan was somewhat at a loss.
"Tell me," Wang Jian said.
"Tell... tell you what?" Wang Yan's heart tightened with apprehension.
"About your time in the army. About you and Zhao Feng," Wang Jian said, his face stern.
"Father... how did you find out?" Wang Yan's expression changed as she stared at him in astonishment.
"Were you planning to hide it from me forever? If Zhao Feng hadn't been so bold, I might never have known," Wang Jian said gravely.
"He... he told you everything?" Wang Yan asked, shocked. This was something she had never expected.
In this era, it was difficult to find childhood sweethearts or engage in love by choice. The reason Wang Yan had shared a night with Zhao Feng was perhaps due to that eight-character principle: repaying the grace of saving one's life by pledging oneself in return.
"Leaving that aside, the lad is indeed responsible. He didn't stay silent out of fear of me," Wang Jian said with a note of appreciation.
