Yu Jie said, "Third Sister said this kid attended Yangzhi Wu Yi before and became a Fighter. Later, he got into Central City Wu Yi Academy. Now he's supposedly working at some Defense Department. Anyway, he's doing quite well for himself."
"Oh? Really?"
Han Kuang was somewhat surprised. "Then that kid really hasn't had it easy."
Getting into Central City Wu Yi Academy was no simple feat. As for his specific post, Han Kuang did not think much of it. Judging by his age, he probably had not graduated yet. Most likely, he had received sponsorship from the local Central City Defense Department, which was common enough. Still, his future looked promising.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "I remember your second sister is also a Fighter, right? Maybe her son would be suited for this path too."
But the moment the words left his mouth, he regretted saying them.
Sure enough, Yu Jie's voice rang out the next instant.
"What's so good about being a Fighter? Yu Zhen was just a girl, yet she trained in those things all day long. How much hardship did she suffer back then? Forget Mom and Dad—even I felt heartbroken watching her. Sigh, if Yu Zhen had listened to my arrangements back then and hadn't gone off with that little researcher, she wouldn't have disappeared later."
Han Kuang did not interrupt. He had heard Yu Jie go on about this matter more times than he could count. Once she started, she could not stop. He said, "I'm hungry. I'll go get something to eat first."
Yu Jie said, "Old Han, I simmered some pumpkin millet porridge for you. I'll have Ling Ma bring it over. Your stomach isn't good, and you stayed up late again yesterday, so you need to take care