Lin Weihao's grandfather and Pei Huangyi's grandfather were old friends, but the two younger men did not share the same camaraderie as Feng Ran and Lin Weihao.
The soldiers saluted Pei Huangyi uneasily.
Wang Chul, Bingwen, and Hei Qian's expressions dimmed, their postures stiff with caution.
Pei Huangyi ignored them, his gaze dismissive, as though they were beneath his notice.
Suddenly, a young soldier carrying a tray of food trembling, walked unsteadily. When he reached Pei Huangyi, his face turned ashen.
The scene before him blurred, and his grip on the tray slipped. It clattered loudly to the floor along with his collapse.
Everyone held their breath as the soup splattered onto Pei Huangyi's pristine winter jacket.
Pei Huangyi's veins throbbed, his eyes narrowing with venom as he glared at the unconscious soldier.