No matter how capricious, Leonard Lan is still an adult after all. He knows how dangerous it is to not give face to the Marshal again and again. After seeing Michael Meng’s hand stretched out towards him, Lan Jing slowly bit his lip, and finally put away the posture of waiting for the hug, and shook his hand gently with Michael Meng.
“Thank you, Master Marshal.” He said calmly, without the excitement that he was shaking hands with the Imperial Marshal.
After hearing Leonard Lan’s insincere gratitude, Michael Meng didn’t say much. The marshal nodded to the opponent, then put his hand down. Ethan Duan, who was standing next to him, was ready to embrace the hug. He couldn’t help but feel relieved after seeing Michael Meng and Leonard Lan shaking hands.
Ethan Duan stretched out his hand like Michael Meng, and then said to Leonard Lan: “I and An Luo will be proud of you.” Compared with the words “Congratulations” of Master Marshal, Ethan Duan’s words were unexpected. Sincere.
Because there is no loudspeaker device in the guest seat, only Professor An Luo and the leader sitting in the first few rows can hear Ethan Duan’s words. But now when his voice fell, the rows of people behind him all stood up and began to applaud the two in unison.
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