Coincidentally, the military personnel held similar sentiments.
At present, on a clandestine island of the utmost secrecy, Xi Mo had just completed a mission.
He strode purposefully to the commander's office, still clad in his camouflage attire. With a respectful nod, he inquired, "Commander, you summoned me?"
The commander, with a genial smile, waved him in. "Yes, please, take a seat."
Xi Mo's demeanor remained composed as he approached. It wasn't until he laid eyes on the documents strewn across the desk that a subtle change crossed his countenance, a faint furrow forming on his brow.
Observing Xi Mo's reaction, the commander's grin widened. "I heard this young lady is your niece?"
Xi Mo nodded. "How did you come by Zhouzhou's information?"
"So her name is Zhouzhou? What a charming name," the commander remarked with even greater joviality.