In the private room, the air was thick with the scent of gunpowder.
Everyone's thoughts differed, so their expressions varied as well.
But the ugliest expressions undoubtedly belonged to the father and son of the Liu family.
The scheming Liu Ruiyun did not speak.
Instead, he looked toward Mr. Yang, who was sitting there.
As the head of the family, his words carried significant weight.
Mr. Yang was naturally aware that the other party was waiting for a satisfactory response.
"I've been a soldier, but it's not necessary for me to find a son-in-law who has been one. Besides, is it wrong for me not to approve of you, a good-for-nothing soldier?"
Mr. Yang's face was stern, "Six years as a career soldier, do you really have no idea of your own worth? If you truly love Linglong, you should be planning for her future. Can she find happiness with someone as unsettled as you?"
