After dinner, Guo Sufei did not rush to Liu Qian's place. She hadn't thoroughly looked at her son since he returned in the morning, so she wanted to take this opportunity to observe and ask him more questions.
Others also sat on chairs, leisurely drinking tea and waiting for the good story to begin.
Indeed, information in Guo Village was scarce. Even Lu Town was not much better. Zhang Xiaohua suddenly disappeared for four or five years, and the experience must have been extraordinary. Now that he was back safe and sound, everyone naturally wanted to know the details. Well, they could consider these details as stories.
Guo Sufei was still sitting next to her son. Although Zhang Xiaohua was already taller than her, in her eyes, he was no different from the little grandson she just held in her arms.
