Fucking Cliche!

Xue Hanqin had casually reviewed his background before coming here. Now, she realized why Xinyue Zhilan's face had stiffened whenever her son was mentioned.

A shadow of awkwardness crossed her elegant features. 

"...If you ever need anything in future," she finally said, voice softer, "you can ask me for help. The country doesn't treat it's veterans badly." 

An NSA agent might not compare to her status, but she still made the offer.

Whether it was guilt, sympathy, or something else entirely—even she wasn't sure. There was something unsettling about this man, a presence she couldn't quite place. Instinctively, she felt the need to reassert her authority.

Wang Xiao, however, didn't hesitate. 

"Aunt Xue, there is something I'd like you to handle for me." 

Her brows lifted slightly. She had said it on a whim, not expecting him to actually take her up on it.