No matter what, Lu Ye had packed the table lamp for him. Zeng Sanshui was overjoyed.
He would present it to his old mother afterwards to make her happy.
Lu Ye glanced at the sky. "The dining hall is just below. At seven o'clock, food will be served. General, please help yourself."
Zeng Sanshui waved his hand. "Alright, we will help ourselves. I didn't expect you to treat us well either."
These words were really not pleasant to hear.
Lu Ye pretended not to hear and left the room.
As soon as he left, Zeng Sanshui stuck his head in the room and fiddled with the electric light.
He turned it on and off repeatedly… clearly having a great time.
Lu Ye and the soldiers stood at the lower level and saw the room lights flickering as if they were dancing. They could not help but laugh.
After Zeng Sanshui was done playing with the electric light, he entered the bathroom and was shocked by the clear reflection on the mirror.
