"Zhuo ya's ancestors took part in that war, and that group of people took root there and survived along the border. But later on, many people couldn't stand the harsh environment and gradually left. In the end, only Zhuo ya and her family were left."
The president clenched his hands and asked,"which position?" Don't we have any border guards?"
"There is, but that place is desolate and no one would think that there would be someone there."
All of a sudden, Yao Lei pushed away the plate in front of him, picked up a napkin, and laid it on the table. He took out a ballpoint pen from his inner pocket-it was the ballpoint pen he had asked Sheng Yiting to buy for him when he suddenly wanted to take notes during the day.
He took a ballpoint pen and quickly wrote on the paper. No one dared to make a sound and looked at the tip of his nose.
Sheng Yiting happened to be right next to him, so he could clearly see what he was writing.
