Mr. Su has been feeling rather melancholic lately.
Because his son has returned to Beijing.
Every time he thinks about that boy's expression, Mr. Su always feels that he might be blaming himself for taking his allowance, assigning him the toughest tasks, almost blowing him up with a cannon... and then for some inexplicable reason, feels a bit guilty.
By contrast, Comrade Old Lin next door, whose daughter has come home, is in high spirits, sometimes grabbing a handful of hazelnut kernels, claiming it's what his precious daughter smashed for him, sometimes checking his watch and pretentiously saying he needs to call home, or his girl will worry.
What a punchable attitude.
But—
"I really want a sweet, gentle daughter, I so wish to secretly bring Hehe home to raise!"
Su Yuncheng, who had just stepped into the house, happened to overhear his father grumbling discontentedly.
He closed the door, took off his coat, and called out, "Dad."
Mr. Su: "..."
