Yu Tingwan glanced at Wei Zhao twice.
She still suspected that Wei Shen was a cook in the Wei Family Army. He really didn't have the slightest sense of oppression that comes from a man seasoned in battle.
Hmm, only a strong sense of death.
Wei Zhao was so weak that she could knock him down with a punch. What could their son learn from him?
But men care about their pride, and Yu Tingwan didn't want to hurt him.
She carefully considered her words, speaking very tactfully: "The people in the martial training ground are all skilled practitioners. Those who were sent for conscription training yet dropped, and were not selected by military camps, mostly enter the martial grounds. Escort agencies in gambling houses are short of people, so they also go there to pick."
Wei Zhao indifferently uttered four words: "Dropped out."
Which military camp doesn't lack people? Those who are dropped are the least qualified.
