Lu Songren patted his ass and left the mystery to Zhao Tiezhu. Zhao Tiezhu thought the little old man was too bad. He knew something clearly, but he had to tell him.

Was he deceiving me?

Zhao Tiezhu quickly denied this speculation, because if Lu Songren cheated Zhao Tiezhu, he could not help Zhao Tiezhu at the risk of offending Yuan Hang. Unfortunately, he could not imagine that he would have a backstage harder than Yuan Hang's.

"Is my dad a retired commander in a military district who hides his identity?" Zhao Tiezhu began to guess again, and a little out of bounds.

"Well, in that case, if you ask...