Fast? This can't be rushed.
The bus was full of passengers, and Feng Qingxue couldn't even squeeze to the front half of the bus compartment, nor did she bother trying to make room for others to sit down. So, it was only after getting off the bus that she pulled Lu Tianjun aside under Jiang Xiaoyue's anxious gaze.
The bus stop was a long way from the military base, giving them plenty of time to talk as they walked.
The base was far from the center of the Capital, secluded and remote.
Thus, the scene was set, with Lu Jiang, Feng Qingxue, and Lu Tianjun walking in front, and Jiang Xiaoyue lagging far behind, wringing the hem of her clothes and making them wrinkled.
"Tianjun, what do you think about Xiaoyue?" They, as uncle and aunt, hadn't missed a single move.