11:40 am, after the trial was over.
Xu Baohan had just returned to his office, when he passed by the reception room, the person sitting on the sofa stood up. The other middle-aged woman did not move, she lowered her head and used her phone to send a Wechat message.
"It's almost noon, let's have lunch together," Xu Jinfei said first, "It's rare for your mother and I to come over together."
Xu Baohan passed the documents to Su Run and took off his robe. His eyebrows were slightly cold. "It's indeed rare. You've been divorced for a few years, what kind of wind can suddenly blow you two together?"
Zhuang Wanling, who had been sending Wechat messages, raised her head. "It's the end of the year, there's nothing wrong with a family gathering."
Xu Baohan raised his eyebrows without batting an eyelid.
"Your grandfather was cremated yesterday," Xu Jinfei suddenly said.
