Fang Zerong's gaze shifted to the small box on the table. The rice dumplings inside looked much more exquisite and smelled even better. "General, this is…"
Tang Jinghong looked down at the rice dumpling with a gentle gaze. "Qingzhi specially made this for me."
Fang Zerong clearly noticed that Tang Jinghong's tone was much gentler when he said the word "Qingzhi".
He looked at Tang Jinghong in a daze. After a while, he asked, "General, did you realize something?"
Tang Jinghong tilted his head. "Realize what?"
Fang Zerong said excitedly, "You like Miss Chu!!!"
He had known Tang Jinghong for almost seven years. Tang Jinghong was like an iron tree that would never bloom. Now, there was finally a woman in his life.
Tang Jinghong was not embarrassed to be discovered. Instead, he smiled and picked up a rice dumpling.
