Mr. Fu went to the military headquarters around three in the morning. The lights in the houses were already all switched on. His steps were a little weak. It was as if his feet were stepping on cotton. Every step he took made the two guards beside him nervous. They were afraid that the chief would fall.
"Chief, you can rest here for a while. I'll drive over now." After walking to the small path beside the driveway, the meticulous guard didn't dare to let Mr. Fu continue walking. He let another guard take good care of him while he rushed to the parking lot to drive the car over.
Mr. Fu, who had walked out of Commander Xia's office, wasn't in a good mood. He was in a daze. His head was dizzy. One moment, it was heavy, and the next moment, it was cold. He felt light-headed and didn't feel comfortable at all.
Although Mr. Fu heard what the guard said, he didn't say anything. He just nodded, acknowledging it.
