The little guy hadn't opened his eyes yet, and his voice was a bit hoarse from just waking up, sounding pitiful: "Mommy, did you not come back last night?"

Don't ask why, it's just intuition.

Ye Wanying paused for a moment: "Ahem, whose is it? Mom has always been here!" She lied without blushing or even a flutter in her heart.

Clearly, Tuanzi's intuition is 100% accurate.

The chubby hand hugged her even tighter: "Mommy, don't you love me the most?" Her sense of crisis was showing again.

She kissed her son's cheeks several times and said, "Yes, Mommy's favorite is our little dumpling."

"Mmm, Tuanzi loves Mommy the most too."

Forty minutes later, the two finally finished eating. By then, the redness in the man's eyes wasn't as noticeable because he had taken a nap.

"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?" Ye Wanying asked while preparing food for the two of them.

"It's normal to stay up for three or three nights during a mission, don't worry."

Ye Wanying didn't serve the man rice immediately. Instead, she poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it to him.

"I didn't sleep well last night, have some of this."

It's nothing really, just a simple pot of red date and rice wine tea. It's good for replenishing blood and energy, and it's very helpful to drink after staying up late.

The man didn't refuse; he took the water glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Tuanzi's eyes widened slightly as she asked curiously, "Daddy, are you thirsty?"

Commander Gao glanced calmly at his son in front of him: "Eat your food. If it weren't for your stupid son yelling at me so early in the morning, would I be so thirsty?"

Hmm, thirsty.

Well, Tuanzi got scolded by her father and quietly started eating.

Zhouzhou, who had been behaving himself, had finished eating and, like a gentleman, wiped his mouth with a tissue. "Auntie, when is my mom coming?" he asked.

Ye Wanying was taken aback for a moment: "Ahem, it's still early. Your mother will definitely be here a while later. Can we wait a little longer?"

Zhouzhou nodded sensibly: "Okay."

Has Lao Xu found Zhang Qian yet? If we wait any longer, we really won't be able to hide it from this child anymore.

Actually, by this time, Lao Xu had already received news from his comrades that he had found Zhouzhou's mother's lodging. It wasn't far, just a farmhouse at the foot of the mountain where the elite regiment was located.

Yesterday morning, after sending her child to the elite group, Zhang Qian went down the mountain. She had already rented this farmhouse. The owner had left many years ago, and it was the village chief who made the decision to rent the house to Zhang Qian.

Actually, Zhang Qian didn't think about anything else; she just wanted to be closer to her son before she died.

No wonder the police couldn't find him yesterday.

If the villagers hadn't inadvertently let it slip, we wouldn't have been able to find it at all.

After receiving the news, Lao Xu rushed over. When he arrived, he saw the woman fetching water and cooking rice in the yard.

Her slender and frail body could only draw one bucket of water from the well, which seemed very strenuous.

Seeing this, Old Xu could no longer hold back. He stepped forward, grabbed the rope that was dragging the bucket, and pulled hard.

Before Zhang Qian could react, a full bucket of water was placed in front of her.

After a long while, I came to my senses and asked, "How...how did you find this place?" I felt a little nervous, and my heart was beating fast.

Old Xu glared at him: "If I don't find it, will you get what you want?" His tone wasn't very friendly.