Bang!
The old man's spoon fell into the soup bowl, splashing the soup, and the old woman next to him got splattered.
"What are you doing? If you're unhappy with me, just say it!" she said, wiping the soup off her face with a handkerchief.
The old man thought for a moment, shook his head, convincing himself, "No, I still trust him. He wouldn't do such a thing. He has that level of awareness."
Xu Qinghuan was not surprised. If Jiang Zhenguo really had questionable thoughts, he wouldn't have reached his current position.
But a mistake, even if unintentional, is not without guilt.
In the Battle of East Mountain Island, on a palm-sized piece of land, an entire battalion, including the commander, was buried there. The casualties were severe; it was the biggest defeat since the founding of the country.
And the turning point of the entire campaign was when Jiang Zhenguo had tea with his first love for an entire afternoon.
