Lin Zongjun drank tea, his slightly aged face gentle under the warm scenery, "It's nothing, just the usual old problem, a bit of a headache, got a few boxes of medicine from the doctor the other day."
He naturally changed the subject.
"You spent New Year at the Lu Family, why did you come back?"
Father, being older, indeed never lacked health supplements, so Lin Chu did not ask further.
The desk was piled with documents; she knew that if she didn't come home tonight, her father would definitely be staying in the study for a long time.
"There are many people at the Lu Family, they don't lack me, and I can't bear to see you alone at home, like a pitiful sight."
In front of Lin Zongjun, she was always a child who never grew up.
"You have such a way with words," his eyes were filled with loving indulgence, "Where's Huai'an?"
Every time Lin Chu returned home, her father always asked this question.
