The bright red flag on the flag-raising platform fluttered in the wind. The flag raiser stood upright beside the flagpole while the two flag bearers stood guard with steel guns in their hands.
Ye Zhifan directed his wife and daughter to sit on his left and right sides. He looked around and saw the young and energetic figure. Then, he looked at his daughter. He never felt that his family was worse than other people. He sighed softly and said to Ye Ying, "Ten years of practice for one minute on stage. Ye Ying, you must learn from them."
"Dad, when I enter the military unit, I will not embarrass you." Ye Ying clenched her jaw and tried to hide her uneasiness with a poker face. However, she was doing it too forcibly and seemed stiff and restrained on the contrary.
Ye Zhifan saw this and sighed internally.
