The sound was like a deep bell, reverberating with a robust energy.
Then, the door swung open with a creak.
An elderly man with a spirited demeanor stepped out briskly.
Yang Fei took a step forward, remaining silent.
He snapped to attention, rendering a military salute to the old man.
He then pulled out a small notebook and handed it over to the elder.
"Uncle, good day, I am Hong Zhenhua's comrade-in-arms."
The elder's body shuddered slightly, and a look of surprised joy crossed his face.
However, he still accepted Yang Fei's ID and examined it closely.
Following this, the elder warmly ushered Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi inside.
"So, it is comrades from the military, please come in."
As he invited them, he glanced outside the door out of habit.
"Where is Zhenhua, why hasn't he come back!"
Yang Fei's heart immediately shuddered.
Lin Xueyi's head hung low, her gaze shifting away.
Thinking of the intense pain this old man would feel upon hearing of his son's tragedy.
