Father Nan didn't tell Nan jiateng's mother that he had been assassinated by the enemy and was hospitalized because he was afraid that her mother would be worried.
Father Nan looked at Nan jiateng, who was lying on the bed, and his slightly pale face. He wanted to get angry, but his anger dissipated at this time.
No matter what, he was still his son. No matter how strict he was, no matter how angry he was, he could not be so angry at his son at this time.
This child had been like this since he was a child. When he was injured or shot, he had to deal with it himself. Even when he was hospitalized, it was his subordinates who took care of him. As a father, if he did not ask and check, he would probably not know.
Nan jiateng had never thought of telling his father about this. Of course, he wouldn't tell his mother either, because he didn't want her to worry.
"Why didn't you tell me that you're injured?" father Nan said in a stiff tone.
