It might have been the excitement of seeing his family on the TV for the first time that made Fu Tian extremely agitated; he yelled so loudly that probably even the neighbors knew.
Han Fei glanced at Fu Sheng's room on the second floor; the eldest son had not come out, but given the loudness of Fu Tian's voice, Fu Sheng must have heard it too.
Having been in this Memory World for two days, Han Fei finally straightened his back: "It was only a small effort; 'Nameless Hero' is a bit of an exaggeration."
Han Fei walked towards his wife, and before he even reached her, his wife turned off the television.
"When you saved her, you didn't hesitate at all, did you?"
Her tone was calm, and after she spoke, she glanced at a kitchen knife on the cutting board, still smeared with mince.
Hearing his wife's question, Han Fei's brain swiftly started working, every brain cell firing at full power as he thought about how to answer.
