Tang Zan pressed Pei Shu'er down next to his seat, feeling helpless.
"What are you so upset about?"
After saying this, Pei Shu'er shot him another impatient look.
Tang Zan smiled lightly, leaning toward Pei Shu'er's ear coaxingly.
"Alright, if you say you don't want to in the future, then we won't do it, okay?"
Pei Shu'er feared others might hear, so she glanced around nervously, noticing the others were focused on their own business, some already starting to toast each other.
She pinched Tang Zan's waist lightly, her eyes showing a hint of annoyance.
Tang Zan's lips curved into a mischievous grin again.
At the victory banquet, the commanders toasted each other, starting joyfully but soon growing melancholic.
"The military pay truly affects the soldiers; they weren't eating enough before, so they were like that. Now that they're full, they're like this."
The one speaking was Commander Qian, whose tone of lament was genuine.
