"Young man, aren't you wearing glasses today?" Ye Chenfeng suddenly uttered.
Ye Ziyong was left in the dark by Ye Chenfeng's words and couldn't help but ask in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"Golden pine branches plus a golden star, a Major General's rank. And with a special insignia, you must be a commander of some special forces unit. The personnel under your command won't exceed a hundred." Ye Chenfeng looked at Ye Ziyong and spoke leisurely.
But Ye Ziyong was even more puzzled and a bit annoyed, saying, "What are you trying to say?"
"As a commander of a unit with less than a hundred and being a special force, you should have each member's characteristics deeply imprinted in your mind, even knowing how many times they go to the restroom each day."
"You..." Under Ye Chenfeng's machine-gun-like verbal attack, Ye Ziyong quickly found himself at a loss for words.
