When Wen Ci heard the term "brother-in-law," her gaze instinctively fell on Wen Yaozu. She then heard him say, "Sis, Brother-in-law wants you to take the call."
"Okay."
Wen Ci walked over to the landline phone and sat down.
It had been less than eight hours since she'd parted with Huo Jingyuan, but she already missed him terribly. She spoke, her voice unhurried, "So, what's on your mind?"
"Honey, the Northwest Military Region called. They want to temporarily transfer me to Shanbei."
"Huh?" Wen Ci frowned, her expression immediately turning serious. "But your injuries… haven't they completely healed yet?"
"They want me to go over there and serve as a regimental political commissar for a year."
"A political commissar?!"
Wen Ci's eyes widened. While she wasn't entirely clear on the hierarchy of military ranks, she knew the difference between a regiment commander and a regimental political commissar.
