Zhou Hanliang had a headache. After so many years in the army, it was his first time encountering such a tricky situation. This person wouldn't budge no matter what; what should he do?
"Crying is useless. The Division Commander has given you an hour. If you don't write it, he'll submit the transfer report. He's not bluffing; he'll definitely follow through."
"..."
"Twenty minutes have already passed. You have forty more minutes to think it over. You can cry while thinking. I'll check back soon. Of course, if you go missing, you can guess the consequences. I won't emphasize it."
"Wait!" Ou Jie quickly raised her head to stop Zhou Hanliang, "If... if I tell you the truth, can you... can you help me?"
...
In the conference room, Zhou Mikang was explaining the next training tasks to several regiment leaders. When he saw Zhou Hanliang push the door open and enter, his gaze unconsciously drifted to his hands, and he frowned slightly.
