After he stepped out of the door, Qi Yichen suddenly halted in his steps as the willful and proud smiling face of the girl standing on the stage this morning suddenly flashed before his eyes. When it had been mentioned that the girl had once gone on the battlefield, her face had lit up so vibrantly. She looked tender, yet at the same time, brimming with vitality.
Compared with the pettiness of those two women back in the room, her undisguised ambition and courage to march alone were far more admirable. It was no wonder that Young Commander Mu was not at all attracted to those barbie airheads, who only knew how to be cunning out of sheer jealousy. These petty women had nothing on her.
He gave a snort of disgust and took out the phone that had been vibrating in his pocket. With a quick glance at the text he had received, he put the phone back in his pocket and turned to leave.