Lin Qiao was just about to say something when a lazy voice interrupted, "Vice General Song, Mrs. Song."
The newcomer was Gao Qiang, with Zhou Fu'an beside him.
Lin Qiao responded politely.
"Mrs. Song, why are you wearing such thick clothes? The camp is like a furnace at night, it's scorching!" Zhou Fu'an took the liberty to glance at her a few more times, confused by her thick clothes.
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao turned to look at Song Tingfan. His evasive eyes gave it all away, and she instantly understood everything.
She was speechless and frustrated, realizing she'd been fooled by the villain.
Seeing the death stare from the Vice General, Gao Qiang knew Zhou Fu'an was in trouble and was a bit schadenfreude. He added fuel to the fire, "What do you know? You think Mrs. Song has thick skin like you?"
"Pfft." Zhou Fu'an glared at him.
Song Tingfan tapped his toe lightly twice with displeasure, "Clean up the shooting range tomorrow morning." He said, leading Lin Qiao away.
