"Miss Mo."
With steady footsteps approaching, a deep call came from behind.
As the footsteps drew closer, Mo Shangjun, realizing it was Chen Lu coming, touched her nose and turned around casually, looking at Chen Lu who was approaching.
"Uncle Chen, what a coincidence."
With both hands in her pockets, Mo Shangjun's eyebrows twitched slightly as she greeted Chen Lu in a very casual manner.
"I don't think it's a coincidence at all."
Chen Lu deliberately put on a stern face, his voice tinged with anger.
Mo Shangjun shrugged. "Coming to Ancheng, why didn't you say anything?"
"Busy," Chen Lu snorted and counter-questioned, "Aren't you at the Reconnaissance Camp? What are you doing here?"
As he spoke, he gave Mo Shangjun a once-over and frowned.
Still in plain clothes.
Mo Shangjun said, "I had some matters nearby."
The April training was a matter related to the formation of new special forces units, and as a retired soldier, Chen Lu was not supposed to know about such things.
