Old Master Gu didn't say anything more, but his gaze was anything but friendly, filled with utter mockery:

You, kid?

The old man doesn't know how long he'll have to wait, and he might be buried in the ground before it's even realized. So, this really can't be done by the young man alone.

Minister Gu was also helpless in front of the old man:

Let them laugh!

If we're talking about outsiders, who would dare to openly display such blatant sarcasm and ridicule towards Minister Gu?

Meanwhile, on the other end of the call:

Gu Beiwang nodded to the guards: "Let's go, let's have a meeting!"

"Yes, sir!"

On this day of family reunion and joy, there is a group of people who are carrying heavy burdens!

The old man naturally didn't leak the news about Gu Beiwang's matter.

It's really not a good day to talk about these things.

Moreover, the eldest son clearly had his own concerns and considerations; the old man was never the kind of person who liked to interfere in the affairs of his descendants.

However, I couldn't help but sigh.

How could a father not worry about his son going on a mission?

Although this has been the norm for the Gu family for decades.

But outsiders simply cannot understand that a single mission could very well result in a life-or-death separation, or even be separated by death!

......

Ye Wanying finally managed to soothe her son's wounded heart: "Good boy, go play with Brother Xiao Jiu." She patted her son's fluffy hair.

The feel is still as smooth as ever!

Pfft, it's just that the group leader is still young and inexperienced. In a few years, he probably won't let anyone pat his head like that anymore.

It's no different from filming a big dog!

For boys, it's absolutely true: head can be cut off, blood can flow, but hair must not be messed up!

It was obvious that the little guy was completely unaware of anything at that moment.

"Brother Xiao Jiu, Brother Xiao Jiu~~~" Soon, the little figure ran away.

Ye Wanying shook her head as she watched, while Xia Hong burst out laughing.

"This little guy is incredibly clingy!"

Sure.

"envious?"

Forehead?

Xia Hong didn't deny it: "I'm envious, but would you be willing to give your son to me?"

"That won't work, but if you really want to be envious, it's actually not difficult!"

"oh?"

Ye Wanying's lips curled into a smile, and she glanced at Minister Gu beside the old man out of the corner of her eye. The smile on her lips deepened.

"Isn't there still a superior gene pool from the Gu family?"

puff....

Hearing this, Xia Hong choked on her own saliva.

"Cough...cough cough, Yingying, you really are a novelist, your descriptions are..."

"It's very fitting, isn't it?"

That seems to be a valid interpretation.

Xia Hong's face flushed red.

Over there, Minister Gu frowned upon hearing the commotion, then walked over:

"What's wrong?" he asked.

In an instant, Xia Hong's face turned red, and her whole body turned as red as a mantis shrimp. Fortunately, she was wearing a lot of clothes in the middle of winter, so her face below the neck was not visible.

"nothing."

"What?"

Minister Gu believed that his hearing was at least several times better than that of the average person, if not ten or even dozens of times better.

But I really didn't hear what the woman said.

Xia Hong bit her lip, refusing to say a word.

"Sister-in-law, what's going on here?"

Is this a case of asking bystanders instead of the person directly involved?

"We...we are..."

No one would believe it wasn't intentional. The moment Yingying opened her mouth, Xia Hong reached out and pinched Yingying's waist, the meaning of which was clear: a threat.