"Haha..." Lin Chuan laughed heartily and said, "That's more like it, Old Luo. As an elder, you should have a forgiving heart. Otherwise, being petty like a woman, what's the fun in that?"
"Uh..." Luo Guoqing was taken aback, then laughed and said, "You kid, always mocking me. Since you called us out today, hurry up and tell us your plan."
Lin Chuan nodded.
"Let's have a couple of drinks first." Lin Chuan poured the wine.
They raised their glasses.
Drinking while grilling skewers. The taste was indeed pretty good. It felt great.
Lin Chuan couldn't help but laugh. Then he said, "I was initially planning to head to the North African battlefield, but after careful consideration, I've decided to go to the Middle East."
"Wait, what's the main purpose?" Luo Guoqing asked, hitting the nail on the head.
