Old Master Jiang saw his wife like this and couldn't help but ask his son, "Hasn't Yan Er returned yet? Can we find out where he is now? If not... bring Miao Miao over first, let your mom see her..."
Grandma Jiang can't eat anything now, surviving entirely on IV fluids, and she sleeps longer and longer.
Jiang Zhongyi's face showed distress. He privately hoped his younger son would hurry back, but his son was still on a mission. If he disturbed him recklessly, he feared an accident might occur. So, it wasn't that he couldn't find him, but rather found him and dared not urge him...
"Okay, I'll go look." Jiang Zhongyi nodded in agreement, unable to tell Old Master Jiang the truth, and resorted to stalling. Luckily, the last call indicated the mission was going smoothly, just a matter of days.
In early March, the troop stationed in the abandoned factory was also renewed.
Ivy was thriving along the rusty iron window bars, and patches of green quietly took over the abandoned land.
