The commander could not help grumbling inwardly. If they were going to live together, then live together. Why make up some other excuse?
He knew quite a bit about Reporter Han—after all, how could someone with genuine Neurasthenia possibly work as a frontline military correspondent?
He nodded expressionlessly. "Then switch rooms. I'll have your access permissions adjusted later. Shouldn't the two of us leave now?"
Lin Beauty made herself right at home, dragging her suitcase into the room and opening it directly. She began taking out bottles and jars, with all kinds of clothing clearly visible inside—outerwear, underwear, socks, and more. "It's fine. No rush."
No rush for what? Seeing all those women's clothes, Elder Gao felt too awkward to remain seated. He stood up with a smile. "Let's give the young people some space... How many cans of beer should I take?"
"Take them all," Feng Jun said, stuffing the remaining cans into a cardboard box and handing it to Elder Gao. "You should get some rest too."
The two hurried out of the room. Once Lin Beauty shut the door, she grinned smugly. "Ha ha, you still had to invite me over."
"I just wanted some fresh air," Feng Jun said helplessly. "But once they came in, they wouldn't leave... They're already so old, and their attitude was so good. Sigh, there was nothing I could do."
"I knew that was what happened," Lin Beauty replied dismissively. Then her eyes shimmered. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you?"
"Take advantage of me? Don't even think about it," Feng Jun snorted. "Letting you move in is also giving you a protective talisman, so others won't keep coveting your position. But if you really are that inconsiderate, I have plenty of ways to deal with you."
Lin Beauty had