Long Jing shivered, swallowing her words abruptly. An Zhiyan's reputation as a ruthless instructor was well-deserved; on the training ground, he truly recognized no kinship! Despite Long Jing being a woman, when she first joined the Special Forces Brigade, she was often physically punished by An Zhiyan. There were even times when the stubborn and competitive Long Jing was nearly forced to tears, yet An Zhiyan coldly watched her cry as she completed her tasks.
Such a ruthless instructor was entirely different from the gentle man who just used his sleeve to wipe away An Yiqing's tears.
If Long Jing didn't know An Zhiyan, she would definitely think this man had a split personality.
"Long Jing." An Zhiyan called out calmly, causing Long Jing to shiver suddenly.
"Yes, Instructor!" She reflexively stood straight, her nerves immediately taut.
