Ou Jun's questions became increasingly nonsensical.
The look in his eyes was even stranger, making Xia Chuyi's skin crawl as she said, "Comrade in the Liberation Army, why are you asking these questions?"
Had she revealed any flaws?
"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking. You don't have to answer," Ou Jun said in a progressively gentler tone.
Xia Chuyi: ...Given the situation, could she refuse to answer?
She needed to prove to him that she was ordinary, mundane, and knew nothing about the "bizarre" incidents involving human traffickers.
"My mother is a rural woman, and my father was also in the Liberation Army... However, he has already passed away, sacrificed for the country, dying on the battlefield." Xia Chuyi spoke calmly.
"A martyr?" Ou Jun's expression changed slightly.
After a moment of silence, Ou Jun said somberly, "I'm sorry."
"It's nothing." After responding, Xia Chuyi pursed her lips and spoke no further.
