1984, The Great Northwest Desert.
Lu Jianguo, the resolute and cold-blooded leader, rescued his three-year-old daughter Tangtang from human traffickers.
I thought my daughter was a frightened "little mute", but she unexpectedly dismantled the enemy's micro transmitter into a pile of parts with her backhand, and curled her lips in disgust: "Dad, the quality of this microphone is so poor."
Returning to the military compound, Tangtang became the youngest "non-staff academician" of the Scientific Research Institute, repairing tanks with bare hands and drawing drawings with her eyes closed.
In addition to preventing the old academicians from snatching the baby, Lu Jianguo also had to deal with the delicate savior Su Wan who turned red at the slightest touch.
"Lu Jianguo, it's time for Tangtang to drink milk..." When Su Wan bent over, the flash of white snow made the tough guy's throat go dry.
He was holding a cigarette and his eyes were dark: "Teacher Su, the child has finished drinking. I want to have a taste too."
