Xu Jiawen said, "He's tidying up the study upstairs." She was a bit baffled herself. She had spoken so loudly just now, logically, the old man should have heard it, but he didn't say a word. After a little thought, she realized that he was pretending not to hear.
Xu Jiaxuan laughed, "Take me to find him."
How could Xu Changshan not hear his daughter's voice? From the first time his daughter called out "brother," he knew his son had come back.
The first thought Xu Changshan had was to rush out and give his son a hug. He wanted to! How could he not want to? It had been three years, three years since he last saw him. But whenever he thought about this matter, Xu Changshan would feel a bit angry. Did that boy forget his father? If it weren't for this unwarranted disaster, he probably wouldn't have come back.
