After two quarters of an hour, Song Tingfan raised his hand to signal they could rest, "Gao Qiang, keep going. The rest of you, go eat."
Gao Qiang felt bitter inside, glanced at the gloating Zhou Fu'an, and thought, "Just you wait."
If it weren't for Song Tingfan being there, Zhou Fu'an would have laughed out loud, then he took off running towards the dining area.
The rascals eat like they're snatching food, he had to run faster.
As he passed by Song Tingfan, he asked obsequiously, "Vice General Song, what do you want to eat? I'll grab it for you."
"No need, I'm going home to eat." Song Tingfan turned and walked briskly in another direction.
Zhou Fu'an's eyes widened slightly, "..."
He instantly lost his appetite, "The old monk" already has a beautiful wife.
He also wanted a wife, someone to cook for him.
Alright, he actually wanted a good-looking wife to warm his bed.
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