There was silence in the room for quite some time.
Old Mrs. Chen looked blankly at Chen Zigeng beside her. If no one was around, she would have said, "Grandson, quickly tell grandmother, what did General Song mean by that?"
Chen Yongsheng clenched his hands tightly. He was indeed taken aback. Did General Song mean to give them ten days to collect herbs? He looked at Song Xian, who was sitting upright in front of him, always feeling that this was not real.
In the past, when Chen Zigeng encountered something he couldn't understand, he would keep it to himself and ponder hard. Now that Sister was back, he subconsciously looked to her.
Sister's face was full of smiles, without a trace of fear.
Chen Zigeng set his mind at ease, then reached out to tug Old Mrs. Chen's sleeve, comforting her with his eyes: Grandmother, the sky hasn't fallen; it should be a good thing.
