You don't really need to ask to know why.
Chen Jingbo was taken aback by the question, thought of something, hesitated a little, but still nodded. "Yes, it's because of your uncle's issue."
Ou Jingfeng remained silent.
"Does it bother you?" Seeing her silence, Chen Jingbo roughly understood something and asked.
"No." Ou Jingfeng shook her head. "It doesn't bother me that much. Actually, you were all right before—those who do many unrighteous deeds will bring about their own downfall. My uncle indeed didn't do well in many areas, but emotionally, I don't want anything to happen to him. Rationally, though, if something happens to him, we can't really say anything. People have to look ahead, not always dwell on the past."
"I'm really relieved to see you think this way." He said.
Ou Jingfeng glanced at him, feeling a bit helpless: "Sir, am I your girlfriend or your subordinate?"
Why did his way of talking seem a bit like lecturing soldiers?
