"I dare not..."
Facing Qin Feng's slight anger, Scar hurriedly made his salutation, repeatedly saying he wasn't at fault, his eyes filled with wariness and malice as he looked at Wang Ling.
"Scar, you're an old-timer in the Department. You should get closer to Wang Ling in the future and not neglect him," Qin Feng said with a steadied expression, speaking indifferently.
"This subordinate will bear it in mind."
Scar's head was buried even lower.
"Wang Ling, make yourself at home," Qin Feng said, turning around and waving goodbye.
"Thank you for your trouble, Banner Commander Sir."
Wang Ling smiled and watched Qin Feng leave before approaching Scar.
"Brother Scar, we will have plenty of time in the future."
As he spoke, Wang Ling strode off, blending into the crowd.
"Damn it!"
Scar clenched his fists so tightly they made a creaking sound, his face as red as fried pig liver, nearly seeping blood.