A group of people walked back home.
Zhang's mother and father were surprised and somewhat disbelieving; they hadn't expected so many relatives. Although they generally got along well, they rarely gathered more than a few times a year.
At this moment, Zhang Beixing's paternal aunt couldn't help but complain, "Xiao Fang, really, if you're going out to have fun, go ahead, but you didn't even leave a key for Beixing. You left him outside all alone. Weren't you afraid he would get lost?"
To this, Zhang's mother gave a sheepish smile. "Well, he didn't get lost, did he? And it seems to me that Beixing is quite comfortable on his own. Recently, he's been running all over the place, going to Yanjing to shoot a military recruitment video, and to Yiling to fight tigers or something. He seems to be having a perfectly good time on his own!"
