"It's cold outside, wear something warmer." Mrs. Xu glanced up at him.
"I'm not cold." Xu Wuyi sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote, and switched to the news channel.
On the screen were the Federation's various year-end summary reports: economic data, technological breakthroughs, updates from the front lines...
The anchor's voice was steady and objective, but Xu Wuyi could sense the weight behind the numbers.
The Feathered People's advancements in biological weaponry had been temporarily contained, but the conflict never ceased.
The fight for control over the Insect Race-controlled zones was still ongoing, with casualty reports coming in daily.
Fortunately, he was currently on "strategic reserve" status and didn't have to participate in these large-scale operations for the time being.
"Ah Yi." Father Xu suddenly put down his newspaper. "The New Year is almost here. Your uncle's family suggested we all have dinner together on New Year's Eve. What do you think?"
