"General, weren't you on the Fourth Battlefield? How come you're here?"
Wang Anhu and the others shouted in unison.
Su Yue was momentarily stunned.
Not even my own son cried, why are you five crying?
Exactly.
Five people, not one acting normal, all in tears, like seeing a long-lost lover.
Su Yue felt a strange discomfort in his heart.
This scene is a bit too melodramatic.
"No way, my dad's on the Fourth Battlefield, and I'm the only one who didn't know."
Su Yue suddenly exclaimed oddly.
"Prince Qing was afraid you'd worry, so he didn't let people talk about it, but apparently it wasn't kept secret successfully."
Jia Weisu wiped his tears, his breathing somewhat uneven.
He looked at Su Qingfeng with eyes genuinely full of light.
"Damn, it really is my son.
"And the people from Cangyuan Sixth Camp, even Wang Anhu broke through."
Su Qingfeng stared wide-eyed, immediately landing down.
Long time no see, my son is becoming more and more handsome, and more and more like me.
