Looking at his silent parents and younger siblings, Li Xiu said nonchalantly, "I'm not staying. These are the New Year's gifts for this year. I just got back and don't have time to linger. You're all busy, so I'll be going."
With that, he put the things down and left. Second Brother Li opened his mouth as if to say something, but watching his eldest son already walking away, his mouth drooped in a helpless frown. Li Xiu hadn't wanted to hear anything they had to say. That was why he hadn't even sat down—he'd simply walked in, dropped off the gifts, said a few words, and left.
Li Xiu didn't dwell on the people at the old house; he was still busy. He soon had to pay a visit to the homes of the village chief and the production team leader. Some things required a bit of tact. After all, this was his hometown, and he would be back in the future. It didn't cost much to maintain a good reputation, a trade-off Li Xiu was more than willing to make.
