Despite his doubts, he still went to the reception room.

As soon as he entered, Yan Zhouzhen grabbed his arm and greeted him, "This handsome PLA soldier, I'd like to see my son, Yan Lin. Is he here?"

Wang Cuier stared intently at Yan Lin.

It looks somewhat familiar.

She looked at it again and again, still unsure.

Probably not.

My son has seen many doctors, and even the most authoritative hospital has determined that his face cannot be cured...

Yan Lin chuckled.

He didn't answer Yan Zhouzhen, but instead moved his arm aside, walked directly to the chair and sat down, even hooking his leg up, his cold gaze sweeping over the old man.

"Comrade, say something! We need to see him urgently," Yan Zhouzhen said impatiently.

He was already impatient.

After overcoming numerous obstacles and having to go back to obtain a new letter of introduction, he finally had the opportunity to come to the Haicheng Military Region. He wanted to find his daughter-in-law, only to discover that the Ling family's house had been sealed off.

He became even more anxious.

Even the Ling family is in danger; apparently, their son and daughter-in-law are in trouble.

How could he not panic?

"Comrade, you, you are not..." Wang Cuier was unwilling to give up and still asked, but the doubt that was about to come out of her mouth was swallowed back.

She shook her head again.

The young man is so handsome, his skin is as smooth as a freshly boiled egg. My son's cheeks are all pockmarked, no matter what, they could never be so smooth.

Finally, Yan Lin slowly spoke, "You'd better have something to say if you've come here, otherwise I won't have time to entertain you."

Huffing and puffing.

Yan Zhouzhen looked completely bewildered.

That voice sounds just like my son's.

He looked on expectantly, then looked left and right, and said suspiciously, "Why does your voice sound just like my ugly son's? That's not right. Could there be two people in the world who sound exactly alike?"

Yan Lin couldn't help but smile.

He said, "If I remember correctly, my name is... Yan Lin."

Stern, chilly?

Wang Cuier's knees buckled, and she almost knelt down.

She rushed to her son's side, looked at him again and again, and burst into tears, saying, "Yes, yes, it's our Lin'er, it really is you—"

Yan Zhouzhen was still a little confused.

He mumbled in confusion, "You have the guts to say it again. I know how ugly my son is. Even if he is ugly, he is still my own flesh and blood. You may be handsome, but you can't just pretend to be someone else."