The next morning dawned early.
Jiang Yan had just finished washing up when someone knocked on her door.
"Jiang Yan, it's me." It was Song Qian's voice.
Jiang Yan opened the door, taken aback, "Song Qian, you're back?"
"Yeah." Song Qian, in his clean military uniform, stood at the door with an imposing aura.
Jiang Yan gave him a sidelong glance and asked, "You got hurt?"
The man clearly hadn't rested well; red blood veins riddled his eyes, which were encircled by dark bruises.
His forehead and neck too had sustained injuries, showing some small, fresh scabs.
As for other areas, they were covered up by clothing, not so easily seen.
"It's nothing serious." Song Qian laughed it off, seemingly unfazed.
Qin Lang and Kong Wu, toting submachine guns and standing imposingly behind him, saw Jiang Yan and cracked a smile as well, "Sister Yan~"
Jiang Yan: "Morning~"
"The Leader wants to see you. Are you free now?" Song Qian asked.