"Mo girl, how come you're here?"
A vigorous inquiry from a middle-aged man came from the doorway.
Hearing the very familiar voice, Mo Shangjun turned around and looked towards the door.
Standing outside was none other than Wu Jiu.
Dressed in the army's regular uniform, with two bars and four stars on his shoulders, a daunting square face exuding might and integrity, he bore the presence of a leader.
But upon seeing Mo Shangjun, his severity diminished slightly, replaced by kindness and surprise, though not overly evident.
"Uncle Wu?"
Startled for a moment, Mo Shangjun greeted him.
At this time, recognizing the person standing outside, the instructor stood up with a snap and saluted the newcomer at the doorway.
"Good day, Battalion Commander!"
The instructor called out clearly and decisively.
At the same time, he glanced at Mo Shangjun with an utterly astounded look from the corner of his eye.
Uncle?
