"Are you looking for a beating?" Wen Gui picked up the pillow on the bed and hurled it at Mo Yan. He was worried sick because of Mo Xifeng's actions, and his wife, instead of comforting him, was making fun of him.
Hearing his complaints, Mo Yan pursed her lips and comforted her husband with a soft smile on her lips. She said to him, "I know that you are angry, but you also need to understand that the children are now grown up; you cannot ask them to stay at home and keep them under your wings."
"I can!" Wen Gui stubbornly insisted. Though he didn't give birth to Mo Xifeng, he had obviously watched her grow up in front of him. Now that he was told that she was going to be sent to the battlefield, how could he not be filled with worry and nervousness?
Mo Yan knew that her husband was speaking out of worry. She held him in her arms and then said to him, "Don't worry too much; I assure you that my daughter and I will come back safely."
