"Your great-grandfather turned into a salted fish?"
Ansheng leaned against the off-road vehicle's door, showing a strange expression as he looked at Lin Ying with his hands extended: "When I just left, wasn't he still arrogantly wandering the base with his hands in his pockets, leading his underlings?"
Lin Ying was dressed in black combat gear with a parachute harness strapped to her back, which she hadn't taken off yet. She must have arrived urgently via parachuting.
Yet when I left, wasn't Old Lin there pointing at the country?
I'm on the front line without issues, how could Old Deng sitting at the base have any problems?
"I'm not quite sure of the situation, I just arrived to find the great-grandfather dispirited, lying on the sofa patting his belly."
Lin Ying joyfully stepped forward, extended her arms, picked up Master Fuli from the car, spun around, and cuddled him, rubbing her cheek against Huhu's cheek.
