"Let him be in love. It's about time the Admiral had a relationship."
"Let's hurry up with the paperwork, or we'll miss dinner again."
"Is Qiudao cooking again today?"
"Yeah."
"First, we'll eat what Jiang Broadcaster made at the office, and then go home to eat what you've made. We're really in for a treat today."
Qiudao didn't say anything, just walked quietly toward the office.
Changbei followed closely behind him.
'Looks like another busy day.'
This was a modified hovercar, much faster than a standard model.
Mo Si switched on the autopilot. He knew he was too agitated to be driving fast.
'Qiuqiu.'
'Her military training was finally over.'
As his deployment date drew nearer, even Mo Si—who usually regarded going to war as casually as eating a meal—couldn't help but feel restless. The impending separation was bad enough, but not being able to see her every day beforehand was torture.
