Zhou Jiao would never forget to check if her three sons were injured.
After dinner, before they even opened their mouths, she took out their change of clothes to wait.
This time because Ping'an had previously sneaked away with some dishonest behavior.
Zhou Jiao's gaze was directly fixed on him, watching her eldest son with a half-smile, "Da Bao, do you choose to confess for leniency or resist for severity?"
Ping'an laughed and walked to her, "Mom, I won't hide from you. I just got bitten on the arm, it's long healed. Dad applied medicine for me at the time."
Zhou Jiao's heart tightened, "Bitten by what?"
Ping'an straightforwardly took off his shirt, pointing to a wound on his right arm, "Just this. Look, now it doesn't affect anything."
Zhou Jiao leaned in close, touched it with concern, "How could you be so careless?" Even as she spoke, she understood in her heart that achieving various military merits was already fortunate amidst the misfortune.
