Lu Jiang sat in the chair, not rising for quite a while.
"Commander, the commanders are all here, it's not fit for you to stay put!" lamented Han Ping.
He had been with Lu Jiang for a year, and he certainly knew the reason for Lu Jiang's frown.
However, wasn't it great to watch the dress rehearsal in advance? Han Ping couldn't suppress his excitement, his spirits were greatly lifted each time he thought of the female soldiers in the Arts Troupe, their smiling eyebrows and twinkling eyes.
"What's unfit about it? Isn't it just about listening to some songs and watching some dances?" That's easy to say, but upon hearing that all the senior military officers were present, Lu Jiang knew why Ye Zhengjun had called for him. He picked up the military coat and cap draped over his chair, donned them properly, and walked towards the auditorium. Along the way, he saw his comrades who were lower in rank saluting him. He returned each salute without any sense of superiority.
