Although Du Qionghua urged Chen Yan with her words, she still grabbed the communicator first and kept talking, telling him everything she had seen in the Imperial Capital over the past few days, down to the smallest detail.
From the Imperial Capital's bustling streets to the grandeur of the martial arts university, and then to the comfort of this detached little house.
The man on the other end listened quietly, occasionally responding in a low voice.
Watching from the side, Chen Yan felt like an unnecessary third wheel.
The couple had been apart for nearly two years, and their longing for each other practically spilled out of the communicator.
"All right, all right. Let our son come over. I have a few things to tell him." Chen Kefa's voice finally interrupted Du Qionghua's endless chatter.
Du Qionghua pouted, then reluctantly pulled Chen Yan onto her lap and turned him toward the communicator's screen.
On the screen was a handsome man in black combat fatigues.
Behind him appeared to be a crude military tent, and faint shouts could be heard in the distance.
It was Chen Yan's father, Chen Kefa.
"Hello? Dad?"
Chen Yan spoke, his voice clear and bright.
"Mm."
Chen Kefa answered, looking at his fair, handsome son on the screen, whose gaze was unusually calm. For a moment, he fell silent.
When he'd left home for the front lines, his son had only been able to say a few simple words. He couldn't even speak in complete sentences.
Who would've thought it hadn't been that long?
Not only had he grown so much, he was already at the professional level!
Chen Kefa had seen the news in the military's internal communications. He'd been stunned, and only dared believe it after checking three times to make sure it wasn't