"Okay, I'll give you the phone number..." Li Aiyuan was about to turn her head and ask Zhou Mikang for the number when he handed her a slip of paper, and she quickly read it aloud.
After hanging up, she looked at Zhou Mikang and Zhou Hanliang with an even more uneasy expression—feeling both low in awareness and embarrassed. If it weren't for not being able to stop worrying about her son, she wouldn't have stayed there any longer.
Zhou Mikang invited her to sit down and said, "Eldest maternal aunt, we understand your feelings completely, including my mom, who feels the same way as you do. It's just that after all these years, she's adapted, so she doesn't try to persuade me anymore.
When I first joined the military, my mom worried quite a bit and got angry too. So, seeing you like this today makes me feel especially close."
