As for Fu Zhenzhen, Wang Zheng found her even more puzzling.

He even went all the way from Yunnan to southern Beijing to catch up with them.

Wang Zheng noticed that she was still glancing at him from time to time, and her face showed no other emotion besides some anxiety. He suddenly felt a sense of panic. Could this be a case of Stockholm syndrome?

'I didn't really torment her, so please don't come after me.'

Just as Wang Zheng was wondering whether he should say something, the square-headed Political Commissar Ma saw that Major Wang, whom his old leader had been longing for, indeed had the appearance of a hero.

Not only was he handsome and imposing, but he also exuded a certain aura of pressure. Immediately, my eyes lit up and I darted out from the crowd.

"Major Wang Zheng, I have long admired your name. Your actions truly deserve the gratitude of all the people of Yunnan."

I'm a rough and straightforward person, and I can't keep things bottled up. I'll just say what I have to say, so please bear with me.

Here's the thing: my Ma family has had only one son for generations, and I only had one daughter. I cherish her like a precious gem, afraid she might fall if I held her in my hands or melt if I kept her in my mouth.

This young lady is a few years older than you, and she's just a senior in college this year. She's been assigned to a practical training program in southern Beijing.

Although the conditions in southern Beijing are much better than in Yunnan, which should be a good thing, it is still far away from home due to the high mountains and long roads.

This era is so dangerous, and it's not safe to go back and forth. As a father, I'm worried about it.

Moreover, after learning about Major Wang's heroic deeds in Yunnan, my daughter admires you even more.

I figured since you're all young people, it wouldn't hurt to interact more in the future, so I'll just have to swallow my pride and ask you to look after them a little longer.