Political Commissioner Lin led a group of seven people, including Meng Shuyan, this little milk baby. During this journey, Jiang Jinghuai had sent one person to notify the police station, leaving only six people now.
The group followed Little Milk Tea, not daring to relax even a fraction. One pair of military boots after another stepped onto the ground, leaving footprint after footprint.
Political Commissioner Lin sighed, "Teacher Shui looks so mild and gentle, who would've thought she'd be so restless. But what I don't understand is, why did she take hostages?" They didn't even know the other party's motive.
Jiang Jinghuai's deep-set eyes darkened, his brows furrowed. "Old Lin, this was my mistake, I'll take full responsibility. After all, she's someone I brought to the military." If he had known earlier what kind of trouble she would bring, would he have brought her?
He thought about it—he still would have.
