Jin Jialun Port Governor's Office.
One man sat in his chair grandly, while another paced anxiously back and forth in the office.
On the desk were two cups of tea, one still hot, the other cold and untouched.
Laxi watched Yoder hold his chin thoughtfully, taking too long to reply, and couldn't help but curse.
"...Can you stop beating around the bush? It's making me dizzy just watching you."
Yoder glanced at him irritably, then out the window, and sighed heavily while shaking his head.
Seeing Yoder wanted to say something but was not speaking, Laxi's eyebrows twitched violently.
"Just say it."
Finally, Yoder spoke up.
"Does the general know why Mr. Fang moved you from the front line to the rear?"
Laxi picked up the teacup, blew on it, and replied indifferently.
"I know."
Yoder's brow twitched violently, struggling to keep his temper, he continued to ask.
"Then why are you so restless?"
