It was unknown what Meng Wu was up to, but Song Jinghuan wasn't in the mood to argue with Meng Linlang. She cupped her hands and bowed to Meng Shaoyuan before pulling Liu Jinbao away.
"Brother, look at him. He doesn't take you seriously at all." Meng Linlang stomped her feet in anger.
Meng Shaoyuan looked in the direction the two of them had left. He twisted his fingers at his sides. "You know them?"
Most of the men in the military camp were rough and slovenly. It was rare to see someone as fair and good-looking as Song Jinghuan and Liu Jinbao.
"The person walking in front is Song Huan, whom I mentioned to you previously." Thinking of the humiliation she had suffered that day, Meng Linlang looked furious.
"So he's Song Huan."
Meng Shaoyuan had only heard of Song Huan's name in the past, but he had never seen her.
