Bai Xiaosheng finished his business at the bank and spent the afternoon wandering around.
This county town was his home, the place where he grew up.
But it had been a long time since he had been back, and there were many changes; many places were no longer the same.
Bai Xiaosheng, depending on his vague memories, took a stroll and indulged in reminiscence.
By five o'clock in the afternoon, he didn't go home but went straight to his grandmother's house; after all, everyone would gather there in the evening.
Arriving at his grandmother's doorstep, he found the door ajar and heard bursts of conversation from inside.
Could I be late?
Bai Xiaosheng was taken aback.
Impossible!
According to the family's tradition over the years, whether for business or gatherings, they would always meet at eight in the evening, a rule passed down from his grandfather's time that had never changed.
Could it be that Bai Fei had grown impatient and acted ahead of time?
