After sitting down in the room, Wen Ping urgently took out the Sound Transmission Stone to contact his father, quietly waiting for Wen Father on the battlefield to connect.
After waiting for nearly a hundred breaths, the Sound Transmission Stone finally connected.
"Kid, did you see your mother?"
On the other end of the Sound Transmission Stone, Wen Father's voice was a bit breathless.
Wen Ping nodded and smiled, "If I didn't know you were on the battlefield, I would have suspected you were hiding at the door peeking."
"Kid, ask yourself honestly, when was the last time you contacted me? If I didn't know you were busy, I'd suspect you forgot you even have a father." Wen Yan said grumpily on the other end of the Sound Transmission Stone.
"As if you frequently contact me with your Sound Transmission Stone." Wen Ping retorted, then pushed the stone towards his mother, "My dear father, your beloved wife is right here, want to say a few words to ease your lovesickness?"
"Brat!"
