General Shane looked helplessly at Xu Lin, who wore a deadpan, serious expression. Hearing that standard, by-the-book reply, a sudden urge to tear his hair out surged in the general's heart. He muttered inwardly: This Xu Lin, sometimes he is as smart as an old fox, handling any complex situation or tricky mission with ease, yet at other times he is as stubborn as a block of wood, exasperatingly dense. The general's brow furrowed slightly, and a flash of complicated emotion crossed his eyes—part frustration at Xu Lin's cluelessness, part entanglement over what to do next.
Seeing that Xu Lin stopped talking and just stood there looking at him, General Shane wore an unnatural expression, even showing a hint of embarrassment. The general knew he had to spell it out. He clenched his teeth and forced himself to say, "That's not what I mean, Xu Lin. I mean... what do you think of my daughter Petra? You're both the same age, and as far as I know, I've never heard of you having a wife. The two of you... would you want to try getting along?" As General Shane said this, he felt his heartbeat quicken by a few beats, like a prisoner waiting for a verdict, so nervous that the palms of his hands were slightly sweaty. After saying this, he felt as though a heavy boulder had been lifted off him, letting out a long, heavy breath of relief as he stared intently at Xu Lin, waiting for his reply.
Hearing General Shane's words, Xu Lin froze for a moment, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes. He…
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