As soon as Yang Zimei returned to the door, a military Land Rover drove over at lightning speed.
She recognized it as Luo Yinghao's car and stopped pushing the door to enter.
"Sister, I have a strong aura of a stranger." Xiao Qian said.
Could it be that Jiang Ziliang is here?
Thinking of the eldest apprentice who was much older than her and was an awesome marshal, she became a little nervous. She hurriedly stood up straight and her face became more solemn, preparing to pretend to be a serious teacher.
The car stopped in front of her.
Luo Yinghao was the first to jump out of the car and saluted her seriously: "Master Yang, I'm here."
He saluted and blinked, as if watching a good show.
The door of the passenger seat was pushed open, and a foot wearing a polished cowhide military short boot stretched out, and then a strong and powerful leg touched the ground...
Wearing a badge and a tough and handsome young marshal's military uniform, Jiang Ziliang stood in front of Yang Zimei like a tall poplar tree.
He is not as tall and strong as Long Zhutian. His standard Chinese character face has the special coldness of a soldier, but also the elegance of having received Confucian cultural education since he was a child.
His eyes are particularly impressive. They are not big, but they make people feel powerful. They contain endless energy and passion, as well as an innate majesty.
This... is his apprentice?
Yang Zimei bit her lower lip in confusion.
She was worried that if such a person called her master, her life would be shortened or something.
Jiang Ziliang was also sizing her up——
Just like the photo Luo Yinghao sent him, she was small and delicate, with a pair of big obsidian eyes that were brighter than the stars he saw in the Tibetan night sky.
This is the master that his grandfather found for him!
Thinking of this, he quickly stepped forward and solemnly saluted Yang Zimei, who was still struggling, with a military salute: "Disciple Jiang Ziliang has met Master!"
"this……"
Yang Zimei was a little embarrassed.
"Master——"
Jiang Ziliang solemnly called out again, "Please forgive me for taking so long to come to see you!"
"This, it's okay, it's okay!"
Yang Zimei waved her hand hurriedly, "It's okay if you don't want to meet me."
"Master——"
Jiang Ziliang's expression changed slightly, "You don't want me as your apprentice, do you?"
"this……"
Yang Zimei felt nervous.
She really didn't know how to face Jiang Ziliang, her apprentice, and felt embarrassed and at a loss.
Luo Yinghao originally thought that he would find it funny when he saw Jiang Ziliang calling Yang Zimei his master.
However, when he saw Jiang Ziliang's serious and pious face, as if he was a young apprentice who had just become his master, he couldn't help but smile.
He also saw Yang Zimei's embarrassment and hurriedly said to Jiang Ziliang: "Young Marshal Jiang, my grandfather is still waiting in the house."
Jiang Ziliang nodded and said respectfully to Yang Zimei: "Master, let me help you carry your things and push your child."
Seeing that this apprentice showed filial piety as soon as he came to the door, Yang Zimei handed him the baby products and stroller he bought.
Seeing him wearing a young marshal's military uniform, carrying a large bag of diapers, milk powder, etc. in one hand, and pushing a stroller with the other hand, Yang Zimei suddenly felt very funny.
She turned to look at Luo Yinghao.
Luo Yinghao quietly stuck out his tongue at her.
"Master, please go first!"
Jiang Ziliang stood aside and said to Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei had no choice but to walk in front empty-handed, while Jiang Ziliang pushed the stroller behind.