In Bafang City.
The fiery red sun hung high in the sky, casting its scorching rays.
"Alright, that's it for today," Lin Zheyu said.
"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Lin."
Han Tianmin saluted Lin Zheyu.
"By the way, have you heard any news about your father recently?" Lin Zheyu asked.
Songyi City has already fallen. If Han Mo is alright, he should have sent a letter to inform us of his safety.
He doesn't have Lin Zheyu's contact information, but Han Tianshu entered the city garrison with his letter of introduction, and Han Mo has Han Tianshu's contact information.
"My elder brother received a letter from my father yesterday morning. After the fall of Songyi City, father was conscripted into the Soaring Dragon Army and couldn't come back."
"I was just about to tell you, but I forgot for a moment."
Han Tianmin said with a hearty laugh.
Hearing that Han Mo was alright, their family couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
