Lin Aiguo had a clear idea in his mind; it was almost New Year's and there was no way he could let them continue to strut about outside.
Not to mention anything else, but going to Lin Aiye's house in the ditch to celebrate New Year's Eve with the family in front of all these relatives would not look good.
Everyone would surely ask why there wasn't a single one at home.
Where would he put his old face then?
But as good as his intentions were, they were difficult to realize; he had been searching for several days without even catching a glimpse of anyone, tiring himself out and freezing to the bone.
Qian Chunli saw Lin Aiguo sitting on the edge of the kang bed with a heavy face, puffing on his big pipe, and while she carefully watched his expressions, she didn't dare to say anything.
After the incident where Lin Qiang had hit him, her relationship with Lin Aiguo had severely deteriorated.
