Zhou Jiren looks like a meticulous person, not only in his attire but also in his daily life, where everything seems in perfect order. The quilt is folded squarely and very neatly.
As Beisitian was observing the room, Zhou Jiren was observing her, or more accurately, he was looking at the bag hanging on her shoulder.
Beisitian didn't notice when Zhou Jiren's pupils contracted slightly upon seeing her military green satchel.
"Miss Bei, does your family have someone in the military?" Zhou Jiren suddenly asked with a smile.
Following his gaze towards the satchel on her, Beisitian smiled and said, "Why can't I use this satchel if I don't have someone in the military?"
She wasn't familiar with this person, so how could she let someone inquire into her family matters?
"Of course not, it's just that this type of bag is generally used more by military personnel, so I asked. Would you like some tea?"
"No, thank you," Beisitian replied.
