Hearing the commotion at the door, the old man lying on the bed only casually turned his head to look at the door. When he saw Xu Ying, his eyes lit up, but as soon as he saw Song Yun, his brows furrowed.
"What's going on! Xiao Zhang, what are you doing! How can you let people in so easily!" the old man shouted discontentedly, his voice deep and powerful, clearly still full of confidence.
The man who previously wore sunglasses quickly ran into the ward and said to the old man, "General Zhuo, this general has something to discuss with you."
"General?"
The old man looked at Song Yun and burst out laughing after a few seconds.
"Hahaha, Xiao Zhang, are you blind? Such a young general? Do you think he's the grandson of someone important?"
"General Zhuo, he... he really is a general, and furthermore, he's a general of the National Security Bureau Special Action Department," the man called Xiao Zhang said in hushed tones.
"What?"
