Tang Qing had just returned home.
When his parents immediately dragged him into a conversation.
Facing two pairs of eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Tang Qing had no choice but to clarify things slowly, what should be said was said, and what shouldn't be said was glossed over, finally satiating his parents' curiosity after more than half an hour before they could let the matter rest.
Back in his room.
Tang Qing lay on his bed.
The bed sheets and covers here were all new, which suggested that the items from his uncle's house had been thrown away if they could be.
The room's layout was the same as when he had stayed at his uncle's, with walls adorned with Tang Qing's paintings, though noticeably fewer, probably taken by his second uncle or given away by Mother Tang and Father Tang.
There was also a large display cabinet in the room.
