Lu Mian only returned home after she ate a burger outside.
When she returned, the sky was already dark.
When she arrived at the annex, there was a rather old car parked at the door.
In a rare display, many of the lights in the annex were turned on, and the house looked more lively than it did before.
Lu Mian moved her mouth sarcastically as she recalled the text she received from Fu Man at noon.
Lu Xinnuan was already home. When she did not have remedial classes, she always returned home on time, she was the apple of her parents' eye. She was the "other families' child" that all parents spoke of.
"Dad, you've had a long journey, have some tea," Lu Xinnuan gently said as she passed the tea cup to Lu Zhizhai.
Lu Zhizhai was forty-eight, just two years older than his brother, but he looked much older because nothing was going right in his life. He carried a sense of perpetual gloominess between his brows.
