After Zhao Anbang's work and residence had been arranged, and his household registration and food rations were transferred, Feng Qingxue mailed the letter she had written to Lu Jiang a few days earlier, added with the incidents that occurred after Zhao Anbang returned home.
Upon receiving the letter, Lu Jiang was infuriated.
"Damn you, Zhao Anbang, I share my son with you, yet you are addressed as father by my son before me!" He roared with anger slapping the table in his dorm, wham, wham; the noise scared the lights out of the soldier, Han Ping, who had come to find him.
He was the rookie who owed his life to a sentence passed by Lu Jiang before the counterattack. He was no longer a rookie now.
"Brigadier General..." Han Ping stood in the wide-open door, not daring to move a muscle.
"What's the matter!" Lu Jiang raised his head, tamping down his anger in an instant and his face was utterly frosty.
