In Yang Xiaoqiao's mind, Ye Xiong had always been a lazy ne'er-do-well. Hearing the instructor suddenly claim he was from the special forces left her utterly flabbergasted.
On one hand was the loathsome hoodlum she detested, and on the other, the special forces soldier she admired. How could these two identities coexist in the same person?
Could he have paid off Lu Long to act out this charade with him?
No sooner had this thought crossed her mind than she shook her head. Knowing Lu Long as she did, he was certainly not that kind of person. He had the backbone and pride of a special forces soldier deep in his bones; he would never collude with Ye Xiong for money to deceive her.
He's not a hoodlum, but a special forces soldier? And one even more formidable than Lu Long? The thought lingered in her mind, refusing to leave.
Lu Long started to explain, "He's definitely not a hoodlum. He's from the military—"