Cheng Gang's appearance was not far off from what Mo Shangjun imagined.
Around thirty years old, with a square face, proper looks, a tough demeanor, dressed in casual clothes but exuding righteousness from inside out.
There were a few people standing outside, but you could almost spot him from the crowd at a glance.
"Are you two friends of An Chen?"
Seeing the two's arrival, Cheng Gang took a few steps forward and asked them.
At the end of the call, Ya Tianxing said "we," so Cheng Gang wasn't surprised there were two people, but seeing a woman among them, he couldn't help but take an extra look at Mo Shangjun.
"Yes."
Ya Tianxing responded.
Afterward, both he and Mo Shangjun showed their military IDs.
"We want to know the specifics," Mo Shangjun said straightforwardly.
Cheng Gang looked at the two with suspicion.
Rather than saying suspicious, it was more like surprise.
