But then she remembered that her daughter hated seeing her look so weak, so she could only sniffle and steel herself. "All right. Dad will be careful."
"Don't worry. Even for your sake, Dad will definitely come back alive."
Su Qiao was truly at a loss with him.
A six-foot-tall man with red-rimmed eyes was shedding tears in front of her. She felt it could not possibly be any more awkward.
Most importantly, she had no idea how to comfort him.
"Since everything's ready, hurry up and set off. The sooner you leave, the sooner you'll be back."
Su Beicheng wiped his nose and nodded firmly. "All right. Dad will leave tomorrow."
"Go now!" If he waited until tomorrow, it would probably be too late.
Chi Zhengze would likely come to the Su residence first thing in the morning.
Su Beicheng froze, looking a little hurt. "Daughter? You don't like having Dad at home?"
Su Qiao, whose thoughts had been seen through: "..."
"No, I just want to see the effects of my potions and weapons sooner."
Su Qiao's excuse was extremely flimsy, but Su Beicheng immediately believed her.
"All right, then. Dad will go gather the troops now and head to the front line at once."
With that, he turned and strode out in a flurry.
Su Qiao hurried after him and reminded him again, "Remember, even if everyone else dies, you have to come back alive for me."
Actually, Su Qiao would have preferred to go with him. That way, she could ensure his safety with absolute certainty.
But she also knew that Su Beicheng would never agree, and that it would not be good for his reputation either.
Su Beicheng had already reached the hatch of the aircraft. Hearing this, he turned around with a wide grin