"You, you...."
Soldier A was choked and rendered speechless by her.
"Wang Wu, let her in."
Lin Jinxu put down the military book, sat upright on the small couch, and rubbed his temples in headache.
"Yes, General."
Soldier A, hearing Lin Jinxu's voice through the window, calmed down, not daring to lose his temper anymore, and respectfully complied.
Soldier B glared at Liu Qingqing angrily, reluctantly making way for her.
"Hmph."
Liu Qingqing snorted a disdainful breath through her nostrils, held the tray high, and walked past the two men with her head held high and her chest out.
*
In the study, Lin Jinxu, resting his hand on his forehead and lowering his eyelids, caught sight of a pair of embroidered shoes stepping over the threshold in the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but feel a bit helpless.
"General Lin, commoner Liu Qingqing comes to apologize."
Liu Qingqing approached, placed the tray on the tea table, and put the soup bowl in front of Lin Jinxu.
