Lian Qingyang rushed back to Jing City at five o'clock in the afternoon. It was summer, so it was still daylight, with the sun hanging high in the sky.
'Knock knock knock'
Lian Qingyang's usual way of knocking, the rapid and short knocking sounds; anyone unaware would think there was some emergency.
"Who is it?"
Zhang Hualian hurried to the door, her heart also thumping due to the anxious knocking sounds.
"Sister Xiao Yue." Lian Qingyang was holding full bags of food, something he never missed bringing each time he visited.
As Zhang Hualian opened the door, she saw two bags of food.
"Sister Xiao Yue, are Uncle Tang and Aunt Tang here? Did I come at the right time, can I catch up for dinner?" Lian Qingyang grinned, thinking he had rushed here right after getting off the plane.
