Uncle Cheng looked at Cheng Jinyun's application, his brow furrowed tightly, "You're taking leave again? Comrade Cheng Jinyun, you take leave far too frequently, it might lead people to think you have issues with your ideological awareness, that you're not proactive enough."
Cheng Jinyun said nothing, just silently rolled up his sleeves.
Both of his arms bore several scars, now all scabbed over, enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat just at the sight.
Uncle Cheng's temples throbbed. He changed his tone and asked, worried and tense: "Besides your arms, are there injuries elsewhere?"
"I got slashed on the back, but the wound isn't deep, no threat to my life."
Hearing Cheng Jinyun speak so calmly about his injuries, Uncle Cheng felt quite uneasy inside.
He began to question whether his choice to argue against everyone's opinion and find a way to enlist Cheng Jinyun was truly the right decision.
