The next day, inside the dormitory·balcony.
Su Ming leaned against the window, holding his phone, talking to Zhao Ning.
"Son, with the recent situation being so chaotic and fights happening outside every day, are you okay over there? A few days ago, I even received a call to check the household, I guess they are rounding up able-bodied men!"
"Haha, mother, rest assured, I'll be fine over here."
"I can't help but worry, son. Last night I had a terrible dream that you were on the battlefield."
"Don't overthink it, I'm only a freshman, how could I possibly be on a battlefield?"
Su Ming tried his best to comfort Zhao Ning.
"That's good."
Zhao Ning relaxed a bit upon hearing this.
At that moment, Su Yuan also joined the call, advising Su Ming.
"You little rascal, you just focus on studying at school, hang out with some girls, and forget about everything else. When you graduate, you can come back and take over the family business!"
