As for Qin Jin, Jian Ran was full of disdain for him... yet her gaze couldn't help drifting to him on the stage, waiting for the host's next tricky question.
"Ah... that's not necessarily true... Company Commander Qin has his own childhood sweetheart."
The people in the military district still loved to speculate endlessly about Qin Jin and Jian Ran.
With the host's playful remark, everyone couldn't help looking toward where Jian Ran was sitting. Jian Ran's lips kept a faint curve, neither sad nor happy, like a pure lily—elegant and delicate.
Qin Jin pressed his thin lips together. His gaze didn't drift to Jian Ran in the audience as he spoke calmly: "It's a private matter, don't get the wrong idea."
Just those six short words denied the relationship and warned the host at the same time.
Jian Ran tugged at the corner of her lips.
Men really are ruthless and efficient, cutting things off so cleanly.
