The three of them had a meal together.
With just one more person, the atmosphere became much more lively.
Although Wang Tiancheng was approaching the age of destiny, in this era where the overall age is generally over a hundred, he was still in his middle age.
Plus, he had a very loud voice, making the entire dining table noisy.
Wang Qingya just ate silently, not paying any attention.
She knew her father too well.
Give him an inch, and he'd take a mile.
Meanwhile, Xu Lingjun smiled and agreed, really enjoying this kind of nagging concern.
After finishing the meal.
The two of them returned to the bomb shelter to continue the previous statistics, which was obviously a very tedious task.
But mainly, it was Wang Qingya who was busy. Xu Lingjun mostly just watched, occasionally letting her go up and down on him when she needed to...
Most of the other time, Xu Lingjun was almost always in a daze.
Looking at this huge bomb shelter.
