Lin Xuan stood frozen, his hand gripping the left pocket of his uniform so tightly his knuckles turned white. In this barracks, who dared speak to him like that?
He was a Battalion Commander, a Major! He commanded over 500 men. To say nothing of more distant matters, even when Chief of Staff Rèn Qímǐn of the Regiment Headquarters came to inspect, it was Lin Xuan who organized everything perfectly and methodically. Usually, if anyone dared to speak to him in such a tone, he would have already ordered them to run five kilometers in full gear.
Yet, in this moment, looking into Shen Yuchu’s eyes filled with such hatred, and recalling the words his mother had spoken during lunch, he found himself unable to utter a single retort.
Chapter 72