Time ticked away, and before long, it was afternoon.
It was a little past two when Lu Chen came out holding Lu Yanhe's small hand.
Su Jia looked at her son, who looked full of energy, and felt immensely gratified, unable to suppress a smile.
She then glanced at Lu Yanhe and noticed that his clothes were marked with several stains of various sizes.
Su Jia rolled her eyes at him, her tone somewhat disdainful, "Lu Yanhe, it seems like there are more bullet holes on you than I can count!"
After saying this, she glanced at her son again, her gaze flitting between the two of them.
Although Lu Chen was a bit dirty, he didn't have a single bullet hole.
On the other hand, Lu Yanhe's body bore several bullet holes, quite obvious at a glance.
Hearing her slightly mocking words, he couldn't be bothered to retort, as if he didn't hear them at all.
He smiled and looked at the little guy beside him, "Lu Chen did great."
