When they arrived at Liu Family Village, the sky had just turned dark.
Liu Dafu had been counting the days, thinking that the children should be back these days. Every evening after dinner, he would stroll to the village entrance with his hands behind his back.
There were refugees everywhere outside, and Liu Dafu was a bit worried about his son's safety. However, seeing that Liu the carpenter had been receiving wood delivered from the prefecture and maintaining close contact with Qin Yao in recent days, he felt a little more at ease.
The sound of the carriage wheels rolling reached him, and standing at the entrance of the stationery factory, chatting with Liu the carpenter who hadn't returned home yet, Liu Dafu immediately looked over excitedly.
Liu the carpenter had received the letter early, knowing that Qin Yao was coming home around these days, so he wasn't very surprised, but a smile still appeared on his face.
