Jiang Ming asked curiously after finishing speaking to Song Tingfan, "Boss, have you been a soldier? I heard people say you were in the army."
Song Tingfan, who was not very talkative in front of outsiders, nodded.
Jiang Ming admired him, "I wanted to go last year, but the government said I was too short and wouldn't let me."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan sized him up, "Why do you want to go?"
"My family is not in a good condition, others always bully us, only when I make something of myself, they won't dare to," Jiang Ming said a little shyly, gulping down a big mouthful of rice.
Lin Qiao, who had asked about Jiang Ming's family situation when hiring him, knew that his father had died young, his mother was frail and sickly, and he had a younger sister of seven or eight.
All the family burdens fell on him alone.
She glanced at Song Tingfan, meeting his eyes, then quickly looked away.
