When Wen Ci heard the word "brother-in-law," her gaze instinctively fell on Wen Yaozu. Then she heard him say, "Sis, brother-in-law wants to talk to you."
"Okay."
Wen Ci walked over to the landline and sat down.
It had been less than eight hours since she'd parted from Huo Jingyuan, and she was already missing him. She spoke in a calm, unhurried voice, "Did you need me for something?"
"Honey, the Northwest Military Region called me. They're temporarily transferring me to Shanbei."
"Huh?" Wen Ci frowned, her expression immediately turning serious. "But your injuries... haven't they fully healed yet?"
"They want me to go over and serve as a regimental political commissar for a year."
"Political commissar?!"
Wen Ci's eyes widened. She wasn't an expert on military ranks, but she knew the difference between a regimental commander and a regimental political commissar.
