Hu Qing nudged Xuan Ping's good shoulder, "30? That's not old at all. The general has an SSS-rank physique; if we really think about it, both of us are older than the general."
"Right, but the lady is truly young."
"If I had such a young wife, I'd treasure her just like that."
"Let's go, or you'll have to walk back."
Xuan Ping went to retrieve the damaged fighter jet into his Space Button and got into the patrol team's hover car with Jiang Zhou.
Si Yuting led the person to the compartment and placed them by the bed, looking down at Qu Tong's moist and clean feet, he asked:
"Do you have shoes?"
Qu Tong curled her toes, a bit embarrassed, "Yes."
Si Yuting took a blade of grass from Qu Tong's hair and stood up, "Get ready, I'll talk to you on the way."
It took Qu Tong a moment to realize that Si Yuting was answering the question she'd asked earlier.
Si Yuting went back to start the aircraft, while Qu Tong went to the bathroom for a quick wash.
