Hou Tingfu's eyes were twitching slightly, the high frequency pulling of the nerves beneath her skin made her feel a pain in her eyes.
"Nanxun, in a few days 'Charge, Female Soldiers' will start recording again, you, as the chief instructor, remember to prepare a report for me."
"Understood." Yan Nanxun didn't look at her, his voice becoming harder and colder in response.
Long Yinghua's lips held a profound and enigmatic smile. She looked at Hou Tingfu when suddenly Hou Tingfu's foot twisted, and she fell toward Yan Nanxun's embrace.
Yan Nanxun hurriedly caught her, shocked, "What's wrong?"
"My foot is so sore." Hou Tingfu's voice suddenly turned coy, "It's all your fault!"
Yan Nanxun thought Hou Tingfu was sore from standing too long the night before, now her muscles feeling soft and sore.
"Shall I carry you on my back?" Yan Nanxun asked her.
Hou Tingfu leaned into his arms and nodded.
Seeing that she seemed to no longer be at odds with him, Yan Nanxun felt relieved.