Qiao Desheng, despite being lower in rank than Shang Kun, acted twice as fast, if not more. He greeted the political commissar on the same day and immediately went to see Feng Qingxue to arrange a meeting with Fang Ning.
Feng Qingxue was speechless for a moment.
She glanced at her wristwatch. It had been only half an hour since she told Qiao Desheng about Fang Ning's reply.
Was she being too hurried?
As if he saw what was going through Feng Qingxue's mind, Qiao Desheng scratched the back of his head and laughed, "Sister-in-law, one should seize the opportunity when it comes. Now that Fang Ning agreed, I should take advantage of this chance. What if she suddenly doesn't want to meet? I haven't even apologized to her yet. Nowadays, many soldiers are interested in getting married. There are too many monks and too little porridge, how dare I delay?"
"Are our women members of the art troupe seen as porridge?" Don't dehumanize people too much.
