"That settles it, then. Thinking about it now won't help, so just tell her when Aunt Lin gets back, 'Mom, no matter what, I'll support you!' That will work better than any sweet talk," he said with a laugh.
"Yeah!" Xia Xiaoxiao, like someone who had found their way, no longer felt lost or uneasy.
[Where mom is, that's where home is!]
"Go make a call and ask where they are, I'm almost done cooking," Xu Qingfan said with a light smile.
"Okay!" Xia Xiaoxiao got up and scurried out.
After 6 p.m., the three adults who had been away for over three days finally returned to Lianhua Courtyard, greeted by a lavish meal prepared by Xu Qingfan.
The table was brimming with eight dishes and one soup, all fragrant and inviting, making the three adults brighten up as soon as they entered the house.
"Son, quickly serve your dad some rice; the food at the service area was terribly bad!" Xu Aiguo said after downing the soup in his bowl and handing it to him.
