"It seems we'll have heavy snow tonight. We probably won't be able to head to the shop tomorrow," Wen Yun, after closing the door and turning on the TV, sat on the couch to watch the news alongside Tong Yaohui. Thoughts of her daughter and son-in-law caused her to sigh heavily.
Tong Yaohui sipped hot tea from his enamel mug, frowning at the weather, "If it snows heavily, we won't go."
But his thoughts were consumed with the construction site. Work had barely begun when it started to snow heavily, indicating not much could be done before the year-end.
His son-in-law was busy and didn't have time to oversee the construction, and it wasn't appropriate for his daughter to always visit the construction site. Hence, he had to worry more about it.
As he aged, he simply wanted to lend as much help as he could, while he was still able.
