That despairing question exploded in everyone's ears.
Yue Qinhu's tearful roar carried his last shred of hope.
He could accept growing old. He could accept the passage of time.
He could even force himself to endure the grief of learning that two of his sons had died for their country.
But he could not accept losing his last child as well!
On the platform.
Xu Anbang closed his eyes. His hundred-year-old body shook violently, tears streaming down his face, yet he could not utter a single word.
How could he tell him?
Tell Yue Qinhu that his beloved youngest son, Yue Changlong, the one most like him, was now locked up in Yanshan Prison on charges of "treason"?
That would be a hundred times crueler than simply telling him Yue Changlong was dead!
"Grandpa!"
Yue Xiaofei suddenly stepped forward and snatched the phone from Xu Anbang's hand!
His eyes red, he looked at his grief-stricken grandfather on the screen and shouted in a voice that trembled yet rang out with perfect clarity, "Dad's fine! He's doing great!"
"Really? Xiaofei, you're not lying to Grandpa?"
On the other end of the call, Yue Qinhu's voice shook.
"Of course not! I'm not lying to you!"
Holding back his tears, Yue Xiaofei straightened his back and declared proudly:
"Dad... fulfilled his childhood dreams!"
"You said he was stubborn and hotheaded, so he joined the toughest company in the entire army, the 7th Armored Company, and became its commander!"
"You said he wanted to be the greatest soldier, so he fought his way up to command the Ironblood Division, defended Xun City, and saved hundreds of thousands of civilians!"
"He said he would take to the skies for his eldest brother, so he transferred to the Air Force and became the most legendary test