Yan Xingwei raised his eyebrows slightly at sight of Xiao Ling’s pale face. ‘Is he looking at me? Is he afraid of me?’

Although he had doubts, Yan Xingwei didn’t show them, looking away as if nothing happened.

Xiao Ling trembled when he saw Yan Xingwei look away without hesitation, treating him like a stranger. All kinds of frightening scenes ran across his mind. Suddenly, terror came into his eyes, and he bit his lower lip hard. He looked down, his eyes getting wet. He started to pant heavily, as if he was afraid of something.

“Little Squad Leader, what’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell?” One of the kitchen staff saw Xiao Ling lower his head and thought he was sick, so he quickly asked with concern.

Xiao Ling quickly wiped away his tears and looked up with a smile. “I’m fine.” But he looked the other way.

“Are you okay? You don’t look good.” The kitchen attendant looked at Xiao Ling and suggested at sight of his pale face, “It’s very late. Go and rest. I’ll take care of the rest.” As he said, he was about to push Xiao Ling away, but Xiao Ling shook his head and refused, saying that he was taking over his father’s shift tonight.

Xiao Ling was a high school student, whose father was the leader of the kitchen squad in this unit.

He grew up in the army and knew well about the kitchen squad. Besides, he was talented in cooking, and he helped in the kitchen when he had time, so he was called ‘Little Squad Leader’ privately.

However, it was not a position but an ordinary nick name. He was gentle and lovely, and he cooked well, so he was popular among the soldiers.

Yan Chengyu suddenly gave a weird smile when he heard Yan Xingwei say that the food here was delicious. His smile deepened when he saw the interaction between Yan Xingwei and Xiao Ling.

“Don’t you think that boy looks familiar?” Yan Chengyu suddenly asked, looking at Yan Xingwei with a grin.

Yan Xingwei did not reply, but met Yan Chengyu’s gaze, his eyes slightly raised, as if he was not taking it seriously. Anyway, it’s not too interested. Holding her cheeks, she bit her straw lazily.

‘Doesn’t he remember him?’ Yan Chengyu was surprised by Yan Xingwei’s reaction. However, he suddenly shouted at Xiao Ling with a cunning glint in his eyes, “Xiao Ling, come over here.”

Xiao Ling was shocked when he heard Yan Chengyu call him, but he blushed and seemed happy.

“I’m coming.” He wiped his hands and walked out of the hall with a pounding heart. Not long after, he came up to Yan Chengyu.

He nervously took a deep breath and then raised his blushing face, whispering, “Brother Chengyu.” His voice had the magic of giving people heart-warming feelings.

However, he didn’t dare to look at Yan Xingwei, nor did he dare to glance at him from the corner of his eye. He was scared and nervous.

He was scared of Yan Xingwei, while he was nervous with Yan Chengyu. He responded to these two men differently.

Yan Xingwei could see that at one glance, but he didn’t bother to think deeper, because he hated troubles.

“I’ll go back now. I’m sleepy,” he didn’t look at Xiao Ling, getting up and leaving with his hands in his pocket. He always had his own way.