After dinner, the wind began to blow outside, and Wen Xiuqing suggested that everyone stay in the small courtyard for the night.
Gu Xiaobei, needing to return to catch up on her work at the publishing house, decided to leave the two children behind, while she and her husband returned to the staff housings.
Xiaopang, hugging his mother's neck tightly, refused to let go, no matter how much Wen Xiuqing coaxed, he did not want to be left behind.
Finally, they had no choice, but to wrap Xiaopang tightly in a small blanket, and carry him with them back to the staff housings.
On the way, Lu Zhanguo reached out to hold Xiaopang, who, for once, did not resist and let his father hold him.
Gu Xiaobei jokingly said, "I thought you were ignoring me."
Lu Zhanguo laughed and said, "I wasn't ignoring you, I just thought you needed some space, so I didn't bother you."
"Yeah, right. You still had that stern face at dinner." Gu Xiaobei muttered.
