After hanging up the phone, Aunt Luo started nervously pacing the room, muttering to herself.
"My son is so disobedient; insisting on going to Qing City with his cousin for the rescue effort. I need to pack him some food, necessities, and medical supplies."
A thought occurred to Tong Yao, "Aunt Luo, the rescue team your son is joining, is it organized by the community?"
"Right, he said it was organized by his boss, who is a retired soldier with a generous heart. When Jiang City was hit by a flood, it was also him who organized a community rescue team. It's a voluntary decision to join or not; anyway, those in their factory who join the rescue mission still get paid." Aunt Luo sounded quite proud when talking about her son's boss, perhaps because her own nephew was a soldier too.
It was clear that Aunt Luo held great regard for soldiers.
Tong Yao's eyes flashed, "Aunt Luo, can I go with your son?"