The Bao family finally settled into a period of quiet, Bao Yulou returned home, his mind constantly elsewhere.
He was seated on the living room sofa, a cup held up by his lips, his entire body as rigid as a statue for several minutes.
Mrs. Bao was worried, her hand waving in front of her husband's eyes: "Bao, Bao?"
Bao Yulou gave no reaction, so Mrs. Bao called out: "Junhao, your dad's not okay, hurry!"
Bao Junhao hobbled downstairs and saw his father's condition. He thought his father had suffered a stroke: "Dad! Stroke! I'll call 911, and you quickly contact Manager Qian."
Bao Junhao took his phone to make a call, when Bao Yulou finally came to his senses: "It's nothing, it's nothing."
"You scared us. We thought you'd had a stroke." Mrs. Bao was frightened, she kept patting her chest.
Bao Junhao was also a bit shaken: "Dad, can you not scare us like this? I'm not even married yet, haven't had a kid and you want to kick the bucket?."
