"You never know! But you see, Commander Ning is due to retire next year. When there's no one to back him, who knows how long he can hold on as a regiment leader?"
Liao Ting's words carried a vague implication that made people imagine endlessly, "Whatever, it's hard to say. Anyway, he's not free now! Still carrying a stigma on him! Let's see if he can clear that up!"
"Could it be that he colluded with someone else to steal intelligence and sell it for money or something?"
"Hey! Xiaohong! What nonsense are you spouting? Blabbering nonsense! If someone hears you, they'll report you!"
These words were somewhat fierce, startling everyone.
Liao Ting wasn't afraid of anything: "If you stand upright, you're not afraid of a crooked shadow! If he didn't do it, why shouldn't people talk?"
An Hao couldn't listen any longer, she walked straight toward the group.
The group was chatting quietly and lively, and as they looked up, they suddenly found An Hao approaching.
