Hmm?
Dar, darling?
In the fighter jet cockpit, Lingtong, who had just completed a simple bandage on her wound, slumped in the pilot seat.
Did she just hear something?
In Lingtong's impression, Wang Jixuan was always of a conservative nature. He would call her either 'hmm' or 'hey,' at most once or twice calling 'officer,' which was a sort of emotional value given.
It seems like he has never directly called...anything like darling.
Lingtong clutched her wound and switched the jet to autopilot mode. Mu Dan was already providing remote support for her.
The communication channel was filled with greetings, along with some puzzled and confused statements from Zheng Shiduo and the others.
"Lingtong, big sister, how are you?"
"Lingtong, how did you get injured?"
"Was it Wang speaking just now? Has Wang already woken up?"
"Oh my, shouting darling on the public channel, he's not even avoiding others now!"