Five minutes later, on the open ground outside the operating room, there was a table set up with two chairs.
Mo Shangjun and Squad Leader Zhang sat facing each other.
Two bottles of beer were opened, one placed in front of each person.
As soon as Squad Leader Zhang sat down, he started drinking with an exceptionally bold manner. If one didn't know any better, they'd think he was about to chug a whole bottle. Luckily, he stopped after half a bottle, leaving Mo Shangjun a bit dumbfounded.
— If I had known, I would have brought two more bottles of beer.
"What do you want to say?" Squad Leader Zhang repeated his question.
"I heard that your fried chicken is especially delicious?" Mo Shangjun asked.
Squad Leader Zhang gave her a cold glance but said nothing.
