Under the starry eyebrows and sword-like eyes, there was a trace of sadness, with the red bloodshot eyes clearly visible.
Could it be influenced by that remittance receipt?
Just as Kangle was thinking this, Zhao Yimeng unexpectedly spoke first:
"I heard your accent, are you from Shandong too?"
Kangle echoed with a smile: "Yes, I'm also from Shandong, in Shanyin County."
"Oh, then it's not far from Yimeng. I grew up in the Yimeng Mountain."
Perhaps it was the familiarity of the hometown accent, Zhao Yimeng spoke more.
The atmosphere in the office became even more harmonious.
"Before I came, a senior mentioned to me that Commander Zhao had received a remittance slip?"
The atmosphere that had been harmonious abruptly came to a halt at this moment.
Commander Zhao returned to his reticent self, while Kangle tactfully sipped his tea.
Just as Kangle was about to finish a pot of tea, Zhao Yimeng finally spoke.
