"Commander, the tea is getting cold."
In the cabin, his subordinates placed a white porcelain cup filled with strong tea on the table in front of his seat. Liam Wanqi Bo's rare daze was caught by his subordinates, but in just a second he returned to his previous cold and serious look.
He nodded to signal the other party to leave. Perhaps it was because the red bloodshot in his eyes was too glaring because he had not slept for two consecutive nights, so his subordinates, who always knew when to advance and retreat, rarely said anything.
"You should take a break."
Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, his subordinates finally retreated.
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