Wang Ling and Dog Two Revisit an Old Haunt

A face exactly like Wang Ling's.

This left Wang Ming in deep thought.

He couldn't be any more familiar with that face, yet it was also unfamiliar at the same time; the boy had snow-white hair and a smile rarely seen on Wang Ling's face.

This definitely wasn't the Wang Ling whom Wang Ming was familiar with…

Was someone imitating his little brother's face? Or was the dream a premonition?

Wang Ming felt that there was something odd about the whole thing.

"What's the matter?"

When Zhai Yin returned, she noticed that Wang Ming's face didn't look good.

"It's nothing." Wang Ming shook his head. His eyes turned to Zhai Yin. "Contact Roger and ask him if there's been any attack on Mixiu's border base."

"Alright." Zhai Yin nodded and didn't ask why.