In Manila, a high-end cocktail party is being held in a luxurious and spacious hall.
The two parties attending the meeting were: one was the reception group led by a senior Philippine official; the other was their American father - the visitors from the Reagan aircraft carrier fleet.
In twos and threes, drinking and chatting, the Filipino sons bowed and nodded, while their American fathers were proud and arrogant. They complemented each other and got along harmoniously.
At this moment, a man in a black suit hurriedly walked up to the head of my father's reception group, the high-ranking Filipino official, and whispered something. Then the official's face suddenly changed into a variety of expressions, like an overturned bottle of five flavors. It was so wonderful.
He raised his head and looked at the captain of the USS Ronald Reagan, who was flirting with Miss Feihou not far away. He opened his mouth, walked forward quickly, signaled Miss Feihou to leave, and then said to the captain, "Mr. Carden."
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