Song Qingya glanced at him.
"It's not good for a woman to be so petty!"
Song Qingya looked at him as if he were some ridiculous clown putting on a show.
She neither got angry nor argued back. Instead, she sat down, unhurriedly poured a cup of tea, blew on it, and took a light sip before smiling and speaking again. "Aren't you celebrating a little too soon? What makes you think you can pass the political background check?"
"With your physique? You probably wouldn't even make it past the first hurdle of the physical exam."
After saying this, she slowly placed the teacup on the table.
"Huh? What did you say?"
Sun Zhenhai looked completely baffled, his eyes wide.
"Didn't you tell me to come over to talk about enlisting? Why are you suddenly going off on a tangent?"
Song Qingya smiled faintly, in no hurry to answer his question.
"Don't be so hasty, Sun Zhenhai."
