In the old house, Li Yuan remained holding the phone for a long time after the call ended.
The butler reached out to take the phone, placed it back on its holder, and asked, "Master, so Li Mingxun and his family won't be coming back tomorrow?"
Li Yuan nodded, "Yes, they have gone on a trip. It's good that they are getting out and about before Qianxun gives birth."
"Master, try to take comfort in knowing that there are still many people to celebrate the New Year with you in this old house."
The butler consoled Li Yuan, who gave a feeble smile, "I'm not upset. Once Qianxun has given birth, the old house will be lively once more. I still have a few good years left in me to enjoy the company of my grandchild."
"May you live a hundred years, master."
The butler's words made Li Yuan shake his head, "Everyone wishes to live up to a hundred, but in reality, longevity is tiresome both for oneself and for the descendants. It's best to leave when it's time, without any reluctance."
