She actually found out.
Jiang Hong looked at Gu Lingling in disbelief. How could this be?
Facing Gu Lingling's deep-set eyes, she suddenly felt a bit scared to meet her gaze.
But then she thought, she actually chickened out just now, fearing a little girl, and straightened her back again, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Yet, she didn't even consider that she was just two or three years older than Gu Lingling, only a little girl herself, and her words carried no real confidence at all.
Gu Lingling didn't argue with her; such things aren't erased just because you deny them.
Knowing was enough.
"Oh, isn't this Gu Lingling?" Two women walked out of the apartment building. Gu Lingling didn't know them, but Jiang Hong had lived here all her life, so how could she not?
One was the wife of the political commissar from the 36th regiment, and the other seemed to be the wife of the logistics director of the base.
