"No, it's me, Grandpa." After hearing what Xia Zhen had said, Xia Feng quickly spoke up.
"You rascal, always running to me, what does that look like!" As soon as Xia Zhen heard it was Xia Feng, the vigor on his face vanished, and his tone became very stern, so he simply closed his eyes.
"Grandpa, today is Sunday..." Xia Feng was somewhat at a loss for words. As soon as Grandpa heard Bing Bing's name, he perked up, but when it came to him, he just closed his eyes.
"With the situation being so tense now, as a soldier, you must be on duty 24 hours a day, no exceptions; not even on Sunday, and even if it's New Year, you must still be at your unit's command," Xia Zhen said.
"Grandpa, don't just listen to the rumors. They've been saying war is coming every day, but when has it ever started? We're in the information age now, with rumors flying everywhere. If I believed them all, I'd have to sleep with my gun as my pillow!"
At this, Xia Zhen snorted and said no more.
