The guard took a deep breath and started his political education mode, "That medal of the Commander is his greatest honor and a symbol of the highest honor of the Empire's military. This medal is so precious, yet you just threw it on the ground!"
The guard looked back at the car with a heartache, "And now our Commander has to bend down to pick it up."
Bend down to pick it up? Nangong Ran blinked, gosh, is this guard distressed over his Commander having to bend down to pick it up?
This is so passionate.
Before Nangong Ran could speak, the guard continued to ramble, "Our Commander is naturally the kind of person who trains officers. When has he ever bent over to pick things up..."
Nangong Ran: "..."
"No, buddy..." Nangong Ran interrupted him, "Look, if your Commander's stuff falls to the ground, he should at least pick it up himself!"
"Someone will pick it up for him." The guard said naturally, "Why would he need to pick it up himself."
