Peng Yuan burst into hearty laughter, his whole demeanor exuding comfort and ease as he drank large gulps of liquor. He never imagined he could feel so relaxed in the presence of a younger man.
This feeling was truly exhilarating.
"Tang Zhong, I'm proud of you. You've made me look good!"
Hearing the old General's words, Tang Zhong also laughed. The two, old and young, seemed like old friends reunited after many years.
"Don't worry, General. I won't let you down."
Tang Zhong didn't know why, but looking at General Peng Yuan, he suddenly thought of his own grandfather, Tang Zongyao. The resemblance between the two men was uncanny.
Suddenly, General Peng Yuan straightened his back and fixed his eyes on Tang Zhong, as though he had something significant to say.
