Just a few minutes later, a table full of fine dishes and drinks was brought into the council hall.
"Sit!"
After a few cups of liquor, Lan's eyes started to sway.
Lock Fan shrugged helplessly, "My dad can't hold his liquor, you guys take note."
"What's there to take note of!" Lan slapped Lock Fan on the head. "Is that how you speak about your old man?"
Although Lan was drunk and slurring, it didn't hinder his relentless complaints, "Initially, I asked you to stay at home and learn military strategy from your uncle, but you insisted on going to Kains Academy. Look, after all the detours, you're still back, why did you even bother leaving?"
"I don't want to just sit at headquarters being a behind-the-scenes strategist!" Lock Fan covered his head, a displeased look in his eyes.
Lu Hong coughed lightly and was organizing his words when Lan directed his irritation towards him, "Cough what? Just spit it out!"