"Why didn't you say so earlier?!"
Deputy Commander Xiong's words left his family and Political Commissar Yan all stunned!
None of them had expected Xiong Liping to lose his temper on an occasion like this!
Political Commissar Yan was put in an awkward spot. "Well, I saw that he hadn't brought an invitation, only recited the invitation number, so I thought he might not be the person himself. I also didn't have time to report it to you." In truth, he felt quite wronged. Commander Xiong had sent out the invitation himself—didn't he recognize someone he had invited? Besides, Commander Xiong had never said that he needed to be informed whenever someone arrived. But Political Commissar Yan was not a naval political commissar; he was a political commissar from a subordinate unit and Deputy Commander Xiong's confidant. So even if he felt wronged, he did not argue back at this moment.
If a leader said you were wrong, then you were wrong.
Not wrong? Well, even not being wrong meant you were wrong!
"You, honestly!" Deputy Commander Xiong pointed at him.
Political Commissar Yan apologized, "Sorry, Commander Xiong."
Without another word, Deputy Commander Xiong rose from his seat, visibly irritated.
Over there, Dong Xuebin was still confronting Liu Haibin, Wang Yue, and the other young men by himself, along with several of their family members. For a time, everyone's hostility was aimed at Dong Xuebin. After all, most of those present were military personnel. They were protective of their own and naturally somewhat exclusionary. So even though some people felt this matter had been entirely caused by Liu Haibin and the others, and Dong Xuebin was not at fault, they said nothing and merely watched from the side.
The moment Deputy Commander Xiong stood up, everyone's attention turned toward him.