Back home.
Upon opening the door, a houseful of people were chatting; Liu Fen and Han Xue were making dumplings with Li Xuemei, while Li Qinghai was leisurely watching TV, which was showing opera, a favorite of the old man.
Jianguo and Jianhui were tidying the house, wiping floors and windows, while Wu Fengying and Han Qi were leisurely sitting on the sofa eating fruit, though the two didn't get along, staying at opposite ends and keeping a considerable distance from each other.
Little Hu Zi, in Han Qi's arms, was babbling words that no one understood, occasionally fed something to eat by Han Qi.
The atmosphere in the house was quite pleasant.
Perhaps everyone felt that Li Zhaodi's appearance was robust, and she certainly wouldn't have any major issues.
No one thought anything would happen.
Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Li Qinghai first raised his head to look over.
