He Zhilan, of course, could not hold the phone. Therefore, whenever she needed to make a call, it was always He Teng, sweat trickling down his brow in the effort, holding the receiver to her ear. As soon as He Da answered, He Zhilan greeted him loudly, "Dad! Happy New Year! May you become younger, handsomer, and healthier in the coming year! I wish you prosperity!"
"Ha ha~" He Da was momentarily taken aback before bursting into laughter, "At my age, I'm neither young nor handsome. You should say that to Ateng! Is he at the army base? Enjoying himself? I hear it's pretty cold up north this time of year. Be careful not to catch a cold during the holidays! How's the winter work going? Is it tiring?"
