"Hmph, rest assured, I'm not interested in you either, you narcissistic idiot."
"You..." Fengye Wuyin glared, awkwardly turned his head to the side, and also snorted from his nose, "Hmph, stupid woman."
Dinner proceeded in a strange atmosphere. Midway through, a man dressed as an officer hurriedly walked in, his face urgent. He saluted Fengye Wuyin, took off his hat, and walked over.
Fengye Wuyin's expression was also surprised as the officer whispered something to him.
Jun Yiyi vaguely heard words like a plan, unexpected battlefield developments.
After the officer finished his report, he left, and Fengye Wuyin stood up: "I need to return to the front line."
Fengye Wuyue put down his fork and knife in surprise: "What happened? Aren't you on vacation? Is there an emergency?"
