Ji Jian was stunned for quite a while before she understood what Chichi meant, and she burst out laughing.
"Got it, I'll report today's assignments to him when he comes home from work tonight."
Seeing that Ji Jian understood, Yi Chichi refrained from saying more.
As they were about to reach home, the wife of Battalion Three's Commander, Zhang Qiao Zhen, came rushing over with a broom.
Her delicate face was expressionless, but her eyes were filled with rage.
Yi Chichi and Ji Jian exchanged a look, knowing surely that her household must have been turned upside down by her kid.
Suddenly, their gossip radar was on high alert.
"Qiao Zhen, you look like you're ready to go into battle," Ji Jian said as she stopped her to find out what was going on.
Zhang Qiao Zhen greeted them and started complaining loudly, "It's that little rascal Qiangzi. He cut up one of my yarn balls and sliced up his dad's clothes and pants too."
