Brush past each other.
The two men in suits turned around to look, then exchanged a silent glance.
Possible.
They also felt that this young couple was mismatched with the rundown residential building and the impoverished Sanjian Courtyard.
But they didn't say anything, casually adjusting their ties as they continued downstairs.
"Uncle Fang."
Fang Weiguo paused in his motion to close the door and go back inside, "You're back."
Soon.
His eyes unconsciously drifted downward, fixating on the two kids holding hands, wanting to speak but hesitating, with an odd expression.
"I thought my uncle came again."
Jiang Chen realized and discreetly let go of his hand quickly.
Jiang Chen only then realized and promptly let go, "I thought my uncle came again."
"Dad, who were those two people just now..."
Fang Qing chimed in, cooperating smoothly.
Fang Weiguo's attention seemed successfully diverted, withdrawing his gaze, and clearing his throat as if he hadn't seen anything.
