C235 The Disturbance at the Dining Table

Lin Xiaoyue discerned the subtext in Qin Dongfang's remarks.

The allure of Bingfeng was not something that could be captured in mere words.

Had Bingfeng worked indoors like him, she might have outshone him in beauty, shielded from the harsh sun to preserve her porcelain complexion. Instead, her days were spent either behind the wheel or shouldering a gun on the front lines—a true iron rose