An An noticed Feng Zhihe's face didn't look so good, and she asked softly, "Auntie, are you okay?"
Feng Zhihe rubbed her brow, suddenly feeling a bit of a headache.
Just then, the man in the military uniform from yesterday appeared.
Today, he wasn't in his military attire, dressed instead in a simple shirt and casual pants, exuding a somewhat cold and stern aura.
It was only now that An An could clearly see his features – dark complexion, sharply defined with a cold handsomeness, thick eyebrows, and a high-bridged nose.
His face showed no hint of a smile, and recalling him wearing that uniform yesterday, he must be a serious officer in his everyday life.
Lu Mingfei cleared his throat, "Mom..."
Hearing the voice, Feng Zhihe regained her senses and turned her head to see her son standing behind her.
Feng Zhihe quickly pulled him over, "Oh right, An An, this is my son. Handsome, isn't he? He's an officer, and he..."
