In a bright and spacious room with a large desk...
Du Yu, having pushed the door open gently, sat quietly on the long sofa in the room.
After a moment, Du Hen finally broke the silence. "What do you want to know?"
"Why did you take a stand?" There was an incomprehensible look on Du Yu's face. "You have taught me not to express my position in advance at any time. And the Qilin is even involved in this matter this time! Then, why did you..."
"Why?" Du Hen, leaning his head against the back of his chair, said with his eyes closed slightly, "The East Asia Military Region is getting old. There are problems in many places. It's time to fix it. And since Qin Fen has become this opportunity, I can't let it go."
To Du Yu's dismay, he suddenly discovered signs of aging on Du Hen's face under the faint sunlight coming through the window, shining on Du Hen's face.
