Huo Shaoheng walked over nonchalantly. It was impossible to tell what was going through his mind.
Huo Guanchen narrowed his eyes as he silently appraised his son. He grudgingly conceded that Huo Shaoheng had mastered the perfect poker face at the young age of 28; even his own father could not tell what he was thinking.
"General Huo." Huo Shaoheng was still in his military uniform. He walked over to Huo Guanchen, snapped his heels together, and raised his hand in a proper military salute.
Huo Guanchen nodded. He sat on a sofa, before pointing to the sofa opposite him. "Have a seat." He behaved as though he owned the place.
Huo Shaoheng sat down without saying anything. His sat like a true soldier, upright and alert, but his face was as placid as a calm lake.
"What brings you here at this hour, General Huo?" Huo Shaoheng gestured to his men. "Bring us some tea."
