Qin Family
"Will they come today?" Old Sir Qin was a bit nervous.
Heaven knows that he used to face death on the battlefield without even blinking.
"They should... come," Qin Zhen's tone was somewhat uncertain.
And he also seemed sleep-deprived.
Heaven knows he was still sleeping early in the morning, only to be woken up by his own father. When he checked the time, it was only four-thirty.
Jeez, this was like going out to train in the field in the middle of the night.
Was this even necessary?
With no other choice, he could only yawn and get up, then he sat here for several hours, enduring until the sky began to brighten.
Qin Xiangnan immediately glared at his son, "Can't you speak properly? What do you mean 'they should definitely come'?"
Qin Zhen:...
