At that moment.
The New Year's Eve celebration meeting had ended.
Inside the Hidden Forest Courtyard, Guo Jianbin got out of the car and returned home, where he was greeted by his first wife and his eldest daughter and second son who had returned from studying abroad.
The meal was simple and unadorned, but filled with joy.
His attentive wife helped him take off his tie, straightened his white shirt, and hung up his coat, all with unmatched gentleness, "You came back early this time. The auntie cooked a few dishes. With the auspicious snow fluttering down, it must be another good omen."
Guo Jianbin not adept at smiling, always responding with composure, "Good year."
"At your position, this is just fine," his wife said tenderly. "The higher the ladder, the easier it is to shake."
Guo Jianbin was silent and took his seat.
