"Damn it!"
With a loud bang, the door was shoved open and crashed against the wall, shaking the beams slightly. Ma Xu stormed into the room and sat down, his face as dark as wrought iron.
Following closely, Song Yu also entered.
His expression wasn't pleasant either, but compared to Ma Xu's burning anger, he was relatively calm. He walked over and said, "Old Ma, don't be so impatient."
"Impatient? Is this me being impatient?"
Ma Xu looked up at him, gritting his teeth: "That Dai Junliang keeps harping on about the previous defeat. If it weren't for him, would I have lost so badly? Now the Ministry of War has sent people here, clearly to hold us accountable for the last battle. If I don't seize the opportunity to make a contribution now, can I still keep my head?"
"What are you in a hurry for?"
Song Yu leisurely poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, saying, "Though the Ministry has sent people, the Young Master is here, he won't kill you."
