"You're showing off. That's just blatant showing off, Yu Mingche. You got a kid in there yet? Once you do, hurry up and give Ning Xuan to me." Ying Yaoshi glared resentfully at Yu Mingche's stomach.
"It's not that easy," Yu Mingche retorted. "Besides, Ning Xuan spent a whole month keeping you company, and you're still not satisfied. Don't be so greedy."
"You say a month, but we were on the battlefield the whole time. We barely had a few days together," Ying Yaoshi said, frowning. "Forget it. I'll figure out a way to make time and go back for a visit in a while."
"By the way, are you sure this plan will work?" Ying Yaoshi said to Yu Mingche. "Those families are already onto your people recruiting on the Low-class Stars. The bases you selected aren't very safe. I think Ning Xuan's original plan—sending people to Extreme Cold City to be trained—was a pretty good idea."
