Shen Weimin hadn't just been unable to sleep the night before last—last night was even worse. He felt like his whole body was on fire, so restless he couldn't bear to lie down or sit up.
The moment his alarm clock went off, he changed into a brand-new outfit, from his underclothes to his outerwear. Once he was all cleaned up and looking sharp, he hurried out of his room.
Shen Mingquan, who had rushed home from his job in the county seat just last night, was up even earlier than his son. He and He Peiyin had already prepared breakfast in the kitchen of the east wing.
Seeing his son emerge from the inner room, Shen Mingquan sized him up from head to toe. "Got the cigarettes? Bring plenty of candy, and hurry over to your grandparents' place."
"Hold your horses," He Peiyin said, secretly relieved that her eldest son and daughter-in-law had stayed in the old house assigned to them last night. "It's only six o'clock. We still have time.
