She glimpsed the plastic bag in Jiang Kechu's hand, filled with various colors of pickled vegetables, and could not help but curl her lip disdainfully. Not only had he eaten his fill, but he was also taking a bag with him when leaving.
Jiang Kechu cleared his throat, fixed his expression, and said seriously, "Wan Chu'er, your father was an outstanding soldier. As his heir, you should carry on his legacy and emulate his fine character."
Great. She knew all too well that Jiang Kechu would give her a lecture. It seemed that her conversation with Zhuo Yao had been overheard by him.
Wan Chu'er let out a forced chuckle, nonchalantly nodded, and replied, "Thank you for the guidance, Uncle Jiang. I understand."
She did not want to get entangled with Jiang Kechu, so she just went along with him. If she had retorted, Jiang Kechu would definitely have seized the opportunity to give her a stern talking to, as if he were reprimanding one of his own subordinates.
