"What's the sad story?"
The usually quiet Lu Siyuan's eyes flashed with a gossip-hungry glow, sensing instinctively that this sadness had something to do with the battlefield.
Of course, he also knew that it was a time of peace, and there was no need to go to battle, but soldiers were still protecting people in another form.
Some positions were just as dangerous as being on the battlefield.
Shen Mianmian pretended to be melancholic, "The village chief's son is a martyr, and he was comrades with the chief's son. What's stronger than revolutionary friendship, do you think?"
In fact, Shen Mianmian didn't know much about He Nan and the village chief's son, but what she did know was enough to impress Lu Siyuan.
Indeed, after hearing this, Lu Siyuan formed an even better impression of He Nan.
Seeing He Nan driving up, Mianmian hastily reminded him, "He doesn't like others gossiping, so don't mention this later."
Lu Siyuan gave her a look, he was no fool after all.
