This deep winter night, not only was Mr. Zhang's courtyard filling with conversations between grandfather and grandson, but also several other small households were quite restless. More than a hundred meters away in Zhang Guofu's house.
In the bedroom, Huang Cuilan nudged her husband beside her, "Are you asleep?"
"Hmm."
Even in the darkness, unable to see her husband's expression, Huang Cuilan sensed a strong reluctance to communicate. She pouted in grievance and reached out to grab his hand.
Zhang Guofu sighed silently. Seeing the situation, if he didn't say something, he probably wouldn't have a good night's sleep tonight. Ultimately, he spoke up, "Are you worried about Xiao Zuo and Xiao You?"
"I'm not worried about those ungrateful sons. They've been back for so long and couldn't bother to say a few more words to me. Look at Little Stone, he's constantly asking about how things are at his mother's family, and whether Xiao Miao and the others have caused any trouble at home."
