The word "sir" suddenly reminded Cheng Zhixuan that this Fatty has already been promoted to Major General, belonging to the same Southeast Command as himself, and is two ranks above him. In this moment, it is only natural for him to reprimand Cheng Zhixuan. His face turned blue and then white, filled with both shame and anger.
Should he sit down and look at the mocking gaze of the advisor behind Fatty? He really couldn't afford to lose face like this. If he didn't sit down, Fatty would have plenty of ways to deal with him. If he told Cheng Zhixuan to get out, he'd have to get out. If things didn't work out, he might even be detained for disobeying orders, and that would be a real disgrace.
Seeing Fatty's cold gaze and moving lips again, rage surged in Cheng Zhixuan's heart, but he couldn't help but sit down.
"What's wrong with your pig brain?"
