"Dad, why don't you sit down and have some water?"
Lin Qin felt exhausted just from their two-hour-plus walk. She couldn't understand how her father-in-law, at his age, still had the energy to keep standing instead of resting for a bit.
"I'm not tired. I'm used to that walk." After being persuaded by his daughter, wife, and daughter-in-law, Zhang Dazhuang, despite his words, sat down next to Wen Xiu. "It's been over half an hour. Why isn't our eldest back yet? Could something have gone wrong?" he muttered softly.
"Arranging things with people doesn't happen that fast. What on earth are you so worried about?" Wen Xiu asked. After decades together, how could she not sense his unease?
What was he worried about?
