"Northwest Border?"
Mr. Liu gave a cold laugh.
He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses on his nose.
The lenses reflected light.
Making it hard to see his eyes.
"Mr. Gu."
His tone was full of suspicion.
"These apples are so fresh."
"There are still droplets on them."
"From the northwest to here, thousands of miles."
"Could they still be so fresh after being sent over?"
He stepped forward.
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"
The air in the room.
Instantly solidified.
The commander was sweating with anxiety.
"Mr. Liu!"
He wanted to mediate.
"The comradeship among us soldiers, it's a matter of life and death!"
"A mere goose feather sent over a thousand miles is a heavy token of friendship!"
"I believe the goose feather."
Mr. Liu was unmoved.
He pointed at the apple.
"But this apple is much heavier than a goose feather."
He stared at Gu Yanshen.
Extended a hand.
Palm facing up.
"Since it was sent."
"Where's the package slip?"
"Take it out and let's see."
