"Hey, isn't this Brother Han?"
"Gilded return."
Zhao Feng teased with a smile.
"Now sitting before General Zhao Feng is one of Qin's Nine Ministers."
Han Fei lifted his head, replying proudly.
Close to vermilion becomes red, close to ink becomes black.
After getting used to chatting with Zhao Feng, Han Fei also learned many professional terms.
"Nine Ministers, impressive."
"Shouldn't there be a grand banquet?" Zhao Feng still spoke in an infuriating tone.
Then casually sat beside Han Fei.
"No need for a grand banquet; you owe me a drink, coming to collect today."
"Also."
"I heard you had two children."
"Specifically came to deliver gifts."
Han Fei pointed to several gift boxes nearby, smiling.
"Thanks."
Zhao Feng expressed his gratitude.
"No need for thanks."
"Tonight at Immortals' Liquor House, you're the host." Han Fei chuckled.
"Considering you're the first new Nine Minister to visit my residence."
"Have to entertain properly." Zhao Feng laughed.
