Hearing that Qi Taiguo had a task to carry out, Cheng Su choked on her soup.
Swallowing the soup in her throat, she picked up a piece of paper from the table to wipe her mouth and asked, "A task at such a critical time? How long will it be, with the New Year coming in just a couple of months?"
It was already deep into November, and the weather was so cold. To have to undertake a task at this time of year was simply suffering!
Qi Taiguo, caught between laughter and tears, said, "Can we choose the time for a task? It's only when the mission comes that we go!"
Cheng Su, a bit sheepish, puckered her lips and said somewhat discontentedly, "But it's only been two or three months since your last mission! I don't see the others going as often as you do, so why does it seem like it's always you?"
This was also something that puzzled Cheng Su. She had been here for over half a year, yet Qi Taiguo had already been sent out on three tasks, two of which had resulted in injuries.
