Hearing the words "brother-in-law," Wen Ci's gaze involuntarily shifted to Wen Yaozu, who then said, "Sis, Brother-in-law wants you to take the phone."
"Okay."
Wen Ci walked over to the landline and sat down.
It had been less than eight hours since she parted from Huo Jingyuan, but she already missed him terribly. In a calm, unhurried voice, she asked, "Is there something you need?"
"Honey, the Northwest Military Region called. I'm being temporarily transferred to Shanbei."
"What?" Wen Ci frowned, her expression immediately growing serious. "But your injuries… they aren't fully healed yet, are they?"
"They want me to go over and serve as a regimental political commissar for a year."
"Political Commissar?!"
Wen Ci's eyes widened. Although she wasn't entirely clear on the hierarchy of military ranks, she knew the difference between a regimental commander and a regimental political commissar.
