Li Xueqing was on the verge of tears. She looked at the fierce Yang Dawu with an indignant expression.
She turned a bright scarlet as she confronted everyone's gaze.
Her eyes became bloodshot and she quickly said, "I'm a girl. It's normal to put on makeup. You're deliberately targeting me!"
Yang Dawu sneered. "Deliberately targeting you?"
Seeing this, Ma Lin stepped forward. "Report!"
Yang Dawu turned around and shouted, "Speak!"
"She's my soldier. May I request that I handle her!"
Yang Dawu's face darkened further. "Request denied!"
He looked at Li Xueqing. "Didn't you say that I was targeting you? Now, do ten push-ups immediately. As for the makeup, it's none of my business whether you remove it or not."
Li Xueqing heaved a sigh of relief.
Ultimately, he relented a little.
She was disdainful, but quickly got down and did ten push-ups.
Yang Dawu looked at Zhao You'er. "Are you removing it?"
