Several people emptied out the contents of Mo Junhua's house, and looking at the empty room, Chunhua smiled with satisfaction. Why should the belongings her brother bought be left for those who come after?
Mo Junhua, with his package on his back, while Lan Tian complimented her on her small bag, took one last deep look at the door behind him. Only when he saw the door slowly close did he carry the hemp sack and descend the stairs with the group. Su Qing, Zhang Tian, and Ding Lei, among others, were already waiting for him downstairs. Su Qing, that idiot, burst into tears as he threw himself at Mo Junhua, crying as if Junhua was about to die, which made Lan Tian wince.
Zhang Tianjiang and Jiang Xiaoshan quickly pulled Su Qing away, before Mo Junhua could lose his temper.
Mo Junhua's gaze swept over them, one by one. These were all soldiers he had personally led, those who survived two battles. They were troublemakers but also the finest soldiers he had under his command.
