Or ...
A bold guess appeared in Zhou Qianqian's mind. Was Gu Chu having an abnormal conversation?
The more Zhou Qianqian thought about it, the more she felt that her guess was correct.
Gu Chu was a poor ghost who came from a poor mountain area. It was impossible for her to be fair and beautiful. Perhaps she had hooked up with some rich boss in the capital and relied on selling women to get to where she was now.
"Since that's the case, don't blame me."
Zhou Qianqian suddenly had an idea.
The military training in the morning was almost over. They stood in military posture for ten minutes and rested for half an hour. The girls didn't even sweat a drop the entire morning.
On the other hand, the boys in the male Army were crying out and sweating profusely because of their instructor. When they finally had a few minutes to catch their breath, they were called up by the instructor to continue training.
