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Suiyang, Li Family.
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The door opened, and Li Zhao entered, carrying a bag of mangoes.
His wife, Feng Yurong, was in the kitchen stir-frying vegetables, with the hissing sound of oil faintly drifting through the range hood.
He sighed, closed the door, changed his shoes, walked over to the dining table in the living room, and placed the red fruit bag on the ground.
"Yurong, didn't Xiao Yi say he was coming back today?"
"He just said something came up, so he won't return for now. He's much busier than us these days," Feng Yurong replied casually as she cooked.
"Ah... it's been several weeks since he came back once, and now there's not even a sign of him..." Li Zhao felt somewhat helpless.
In the past, he thought his son was wasting time idling around at home.
Now that his son was really busy, he felt the house was cold and quiet.
Especially since they had moved to a bigger house, that feeling had become even more apparent.
