The elderly lady urged Qiao Yun to come back more often when she was free to keep them company.
As people age, they don't ask for much, just hoping for their children and grandchildren to be by their side, to create a lively atmosphere.
Qiao Yun didn't mind, and would occasionally come back to see them.
As the group lingered at the front gate, unable to part, a car drove in.
A middle-aged man with refined scholarly characteristics got out of the car.
Wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a black suit, every move he made exuded a literary charm.
"Big brother, I'm about to leave, and only now you're coming back,"
Lu Rui, upon seeing his own brother, couldn't hide his joy and went forward to pat Lu Xian on the shoulder.
"It's my fault. I heard you all had come back and I hurried to finish up my work, but I'm still late. Why not stay for the night so we can have a proper chat? It's been so long," Lu Xian spoke eloquently as well.
