In the small meeting room of the Sancha River Township Armed Forces Department, Lin Baoguo's cigarette had already burned down to his fingertips, but he still held it absent mindedly, looking at his nephew who had an indignant and righteous look on his face. It was as if he didn't recognize his own nephew, feeling as if he was in a dream.
It wasn't until the burn on his finger became painful from the cigarette that he jolted awake, extended his hand to put the stub into the ashtray, missing the target even after trying twice.
The speech Yan Fei made, which Old Pan from the Armed Forces Department and the other soldiers had already heard once, struck them afresh with its additional 'new content'. From their hearts to their faces, a huge 'impressed' showed on their faces, not knowing what to feel.
