Shen Qingping performed a set of military boxing, took a cold shower, but still couldn't sleep.
After hesitating for a moment, he dialed that familiar number.
The phone was quickly answered, and the familiar yet slightly aged face appeared on the multi-dimensional visual screen.
Shen Qingping hesitated about how to speak, but the man was already shouting excitedly, "Qingping, why are you calling at this time? Is something wrong?"
"Nothing." Shen Qingping said expressionlessly.
"How could there be nothing? Are you homesick? I've been counting the days every day... Your second uncle said as long as you stay in that place for three years, you can come back afterwards..."
Shen Qingping remained silent.
Three years, not long but not short either.
Enough time for a change of dynasties.
In three years, how many things have happened in the Empire?
"Qingping..." Shen Anyuan looked at his son's expression, suddenly feeling a bit anxious and painful inside.
