In the evening, Jing Chen returned from the army base, and Mu Lin casually took his coat, asking without much thought, "Do you know about what happened with Elder Zhang?"
"Mhm," Jing Chen nodded, "I found out not long after the incident happened." Jing Chen had been paying close attention to the events in B City, especially after their live-exercise was interrupted these past few days. Jing Chen had been so busy; every time he came home, it was already deep into the night. Speaking of which, Mu Lin hadn't had a meal with him these few days.
Actually, he could have rested in the small cabin at the base, but Jing Chen chose to come home every night no matter how late it was.
Simply because, there was someone at home waiting for him.
Upon hearing his answer, Mu Lin fell into thought. "Have you told Mingzhe?" Mu Lin was referring to Elder Zhang's situation.