Zhou Jiang sat in the middle of the room, his face filled with anger. Years of battle had forged his iron-like temperament, which couldn't help but make others feel intimidated.
"Younger brother, why have you suddenly come back?" Zhou Hai cautiously glanced at his younger brother, seeming somewhat lacking in confidence.
"If I hadn't come back suddenly, would I have known that my son and daughter are already gone?" Zhou Jiang slammed the table fiercely. Before he went to the battlefield, he had entrusted the care of his two children to his older brother and sister-in-law, promising to return after three months. But due to an injury, his return had been delayed by half a year. However, upon returning, all he found were two small memorial tablets. How could he ever accept that?