The spacious and bright reception room, Aoyama Xiu Xin in a suit and leather shoes, sat with one leg crossed over the other, holding a cigarette, with a faint smile on his face, fully displaying his calm confidence.
In contrast, the Major General opposite him had lost his usual confidence and arrogance, his face full of worry.
"Director Aoyama, to be honest, Smith is my adopted son. I heard you just became a father, so I hope you can understand a father's feelings." Lawrence was quite displeased with Aoyama Xiu Xin's attitude; when did the Japanese dare to put on airs with him? But needing his help, he had to endure it, "If he's convicted, not only will he be imprisoned, but his military career will be over, whereas you will merely endure some public criticism. Can the clamor of those lowly people really affect someone like you?"
