Last stop

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Yue Ling's white bmw x5m stops in front of a tall black metal gate.

A bulky man in military uniform steps out of the guard booth with a QBZ-95 in his hands. He is a man with good looks in his early thirties, but his aura and the three lines between his brows gave him an intimidating look.

Ting looked out the window and he felt himself shrinking into the passenger seat.

Why are they at another military base?

Suddenly, realization dawn on him and he looks at the beautiful supermodel in the driver seat.

Is Han Yue Ling planning to enlist him in the army?

Thinking of it, he laughs in self mockery inside. He is twenty years old. No parents or home. Maybe joining the military is the best choice for him. Lowering his head, he stare down at the cast on his leg and stayed quiet.

"Good morning young— Miss Han."