"Let's eat first, and talk while we eat," Ge Liutao had already prepared dinner.
Chiang Songhai had just stepped outside for a moment, and now he saw that his eldest brother had carried Chiang Yuequn back, moving extremely slowly as if he were about to be crushed, each step seeming incredibly difficult.
He had thought about going over to help, but remembering what Chiang Songtao had said when he scolded Chiang Xiao earlier, he simply closed the courtyard door and came in.
"Time to eat."
Hearing a hint of unprecedented resentment in his voice, Chiang Xiao casually asked, "Chiang Songtao carried his little son back?"
Chiang Songhai asked in surprise, "Huh, Little, how did you know it was your uncle who carried him by himself?"
Chiang Songtao's health now wasn't what it used to be. He was the sole provider for the family's sustenance, already worn to exhaustion, and the Old Chiang Family's troubles over the past two years were enough to worry him to death.
