After Fan Zijin finished his meal, he thought about how he had to go home to face the brats. Then, he looked at Qi Haoran, who was leisurely drinking tea. No matter how he thought about it, he felt unbalanced. Therefore, he simply stood up and messed up Qi Haoran's official documents, then messed up the office. After glancing at the dumbfounded Qi Haoran, he stomped his feet with his hands behind his back and left, feeling refreshed.
Qi Haoran looked at the messy documents and jumped up with a roar. "Fan Zijin, come back!"
Fan Zijin walked out of the Ministry of War calmly. When he heard Qi Haoran's roar, his eyebrows did not even move. 'If you have the ability, chase after me.'
Qi Haoran did not dare to chase after him, so Fan Zijin got into the carriage and went home.
The officials of the Ministry of War only felt their hearts skip a beat momentarily. Then, they went back to doing what they were supposed to do.
They were already used to such roars.
