All the other soldiers kept their attention on Duan Muyan, eager to see how he would respond. Duan Muyan gave Lan Waihu a gentle tap on her shoulder and said, "You must be tired. Go to bed now."
Lan Waihu brushed his hand away and walked away quietly. Apparently, she did not care to protect Duan Muyan's reputation in front of his men.
Meanwhile, Guan Yaning whistled scornfully. "General, the lady did not seem to care about you. I did not know that she is actually your type."
Before he was done talking, his foot suddenly caught something, and he crashed into the ground. His face went down first, thus scratching his lips with bloody wounds. He quickly stood up again and looked at Duan Muyan in disbelief. "General."
