By three o'clock that afternoon, Li Hongjun returned to Gaijiatun, covered in snow.
When Shen Yunfang saw Li Hongjun's complexion, she knew nothing good had happened on his trip. Sigh, during the festive season, she didn't want to be bothered by her in-laws' troubles, so if Li Hongjun didn't mention it, she wouldn't ask.
"You've come back at just the right time. Hurry up and see my sister-in-law off. Tomorrow is the thirtieth, and I bet there's a pile of chores to do at home; don't get stuck doing tasks at our place." Sitting on the kang, Shen Yunfang couldn't move and could only watch Dashuan's wife tidy up her home inside and out.
"Hehe, now that Hongjun is back, I can rest assured. I'll be going then." Dashuan's wife didn't stand on ceremony; she had been there almost every day recently, leaving her home to her mother-in-law, who was old and not as quick with chores, so she was genuinely worried.
