Feng Qingxue couldn't let go of the elderly and children at home; ever since Fubao and the triplets were born, she had barely left them.
Reflecting on historical records, she glanced at the calendar on the wall with four pages torn off, and Feng Qingxue slightly furrowed her brow.
Because Lu Jiang was quite focused on the country's development, he borrowed all the books and materials about historical trends in the space, so Feng Qingxue learned quite a bit along with him. There's still some time until the sea battle.
Lu Jiang could instantly tell what his wife was thinking. In front of him, his wife was clear as water.
Crystal clear, straightforward to the bottom.
