Du Jiayi was a patient person, especially when it came to handling matters and talking in front of her leaders. When she heard this, her expression changed and she looked as if she had been taught a lesson. "You're right, we really lack guts. Although we're cultural soldiers, we're still soldiers. We definitely can't be lacking in courage."
She was an impressive person. She even spoke euphemistically. With just a few words, the leader's impression of her changed. Du Jiayi maintained a polite smile as she stared at Ye Jian and sized her up secretly.
She had a pair of pretty eyes that were dark and clear. Hah, female soldiers liked to pretend to be innocent.
It was a pity that Du Jiayi could not see Ye Jian's face clearly with the cold-resistant mask on.
It did not matter. It was fine as long as she knew her name. Du Jiayi would find out what she wanted to know when she returned to the capital. It was always easy for her to know someone's background.
