"Not yet," Song Qingwan said. "Look, I just got the report, we're still picking a kindergarten…"
"What's there to pick?" The old man stared, eyes wide. His withered hand waved dismissively as he declared, "Of course it's the best military kindergarten in Hai City—fully enclosed, militarized management…"
"Dad, Dad," Song Qingwan hurriedly stopped him, looking troubled. "Li Li is a girl. Sending her off to be a soldier when she's this tiny… that's not really appropriate, right?"
"You don't know shit!" The old man's aged yet dignified face was full of sternness, and his voice rang out powerfully:
"You have to start with them when they're still kids! Let her stay in there ten years or so, she'll come out and casually land a high-ranking post! Then she'll never have to worry about finding a job! And I'm there too, I can personally train her. After all, she's so good at fishing—this kind of talent can't go to waste!"
Song Qingwan: "…"
