In Yang Xiaoqiao's memory, she had long categorized Ye Xiong as a lazy ne'er-do-well, so she was utterly flabbergasted when the instructor suddenly claimed he was a special forces instructor.
On one hand was the loathsome hoodlum she detested, and on the other, the special forces soldier she admired. How could these two identities coexist in the same person?
Could he have bought off Lu Long to act out this charade?
No sooner had this thought crossed her mind than she shook her head. Knowing Lu Long as she did, he was certainly not that kind of person. He had the backbone and pride of a special forces soldier deep in his bones; he would never collude with Ye Xiong for money to deceive her.
"He's not a hoodlum, he's a special forces soldier, and an even more formidable one than Lu Long?"
This thought was stubbornly fixed in her mind.
"He's definitely not a hoodlum, he's from the military..."
"Lu Long..."
Before he could finish, Ye Xiong already approached, cutting him off.
