Old Liu and the village chief, along with the clan leader, were sitting in the main hall, surrounded by elders of the clan who held respect in the community.
Listening to their praises, he looked up towards the courtyard where Liu Ji was greeting guests together with Qin Yao. For the heart that had worried for twenty-three years, he finally felt relieved.
"Third son." Old Liu called out towards the courtyard.
Liu Ji squeezed through the tables and chairs set up in the courtyard and came over, first greeting the village chief and the clan leader, then nodding with a flattering smile to the clan elders, before approaching his father, "Dad, what's up?"
Old Liu, slightly tipsy after two cups of wine, rarely showed such kindness as he held his son's hand and pointed at the new house:
