The news of Zhao Qiang's death reached his father, Zhao Jianjun, at two in the afternoon.
Lin Feng was having lunch with Xiao Yu at the best restaurant in the county.
Xiao Yu sat across from him, sipping her pork rib soup one mouthful at a time. Her eyes were still red.
Lin Feng put a piece of braised pork in her bowl.
"Eat more. Look how thin you've gotten."
"Brother, I can't eat."
"You still have to. Why are you trying to save money? I gave it to you to spend, not to stash away."
Xiao Yu bit down on her chopsticks and hesitated. "I have to spend it carefully. I can't waste it."
Lin Feng paused midair with his chopsticks.
That was true. Their family had been struggling before, and now that things had suddenly gotten better, his little sister might not be used to it.
He thought for a moment, then reached over and patted Xiao Yu's head.
"I'm not just an ordinary foot soldier anymore." Lin Feng set his Second Lieutenant insignia on the table, then picked it back up.
"I'm a second lieutenant in the Special Operations Sequence under the Provincial Capital Headquarters. My monthly salary is two hundred thousand. Whatever school you want to attend, whatever you want to buy, just tell your brother."
Xiao Yu's eyes widened.
"Two hundred thousand?"
"That's right."
"Every month?"
"Every month."
Xiao Yu set down her chopsticks and stared at Lin Feng for a long time.
"Brother, you're not pulling my leg, are you?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
Xiao Yu's lips moved, but no words came out. She lowered her head and hurriedly shoveled a couple of mouthfuls of rice into her mouth.
After they finished eating,
Lin Feng took her to the shopping mall in