The Chief of Staff, not yet over forty, had a lean and dark complexion with a handsome visage, although he had a distinct Southwestern accent, he bore the distinct features of a Northwesterner.
But at this moment, his incessant cursing carried the distinct flavor of a Chuan Yu lady.
"Damn my motorcycle!"
"Hao Chengbin, surprise! Surprise!"
"You just brought back a broken lute to surprise me!"
Fang Huai couldn't help but remind him, "Chief of Staff, it's not a lute, it's a guitar..."
Hao Chengbin immediately agreed, "Right! Fang Huai wrote a song! The day before yesterday, when the Commander called a meeting, didn't he ask us to sign up for the Opera House evening party? I plan to let him try."
The Chief of Staff covered his face with his hand.
"You know it's an Opera House evening party and you're going to play a lute?"
Fang Huai had a burst of black lines on his forehead: "Guitar..."
