Hong's father had spent over two hours in the internet café before leaving, his hands stuffed with several boxes of tea and goji berries by Xiaotie. Judging by the packaging and brand, he instantly had an idea of the price.
How to put it?
He had reached his current position and naturally wouldn't lack such things, but most of them were given by others. If he were to buy them himself, it's not that he couldn't afford them, it's that he wouldn't be willing to.
The brothers had been very considerate. They didn't make him carry the items directly, adding an ordinary-looking kraft paper bag on the outside so that it wouldn't draw attention.
With mixed feelings, Hong's father returned home.
Hong's mother was sitting in the living room watching television. To say she was watching television was actually to say she was keeping an eye on Hong Jing. If she went out, her mother would immediately follow; if she was at home, her mother would sit in the living room and watch over her.
