The villa was bustling with activity, as the birthday banquet had yet to officially start, everyone was seeking out their preferred groups to chat.
However, when an elderly man appeared, the crowd quieted down slightly, directing their attention toward him.
The elder was clad in a customary dark green military uniform, adorned with red epaulettes on the collar.
The elder had a square face, short black hair, and distinctly defined features with slightly tanned skin. Despite not being very tall, his robust physique was imposing and towered like a mountain or a tower. His straight back was akin to a long spear, proudly standing tall. The bridge of his nose was prominent, and beneath his dense eyebrows, his eyes were stern and resolute, exuding a masculine aura that invoked a sense of solemnity in many people.
He possessed the unique bearing of a soldier—serious and severe.
"Dad, say a few words; once the banquet starts, I can arrange for the dishes to be served."
