"Who is it? Has Hai returned?"
"Attends a university, becomes wild as soon as he leaves home, barely see his shadow."
"He rarely comes home; no, I must make him braised pork, that's his favorite…"
In the living room, an elderly woman with a full head of white hair sat on the sofa.
Her eyes were cloudy, and she looked utterly dazed.
After glancing at Chen Hai, she mumbled to herself and stood up, preparing to walk toward the kitchen.
"Auntie Meixian, it's not Hai who has come back; it's this young man who has come to see you."
"Don't wander about carelessly and risk falling. Whatever you need to do, let me handle it!"
Seeing Jiang Meixian like this, the woman who had just closed the door quickly moved to her side, soothing her and steadying her.
"Hasn't Hai come back? Oh, I see!" Jiang Meixian nodded and sat back down on the sofa.
A few steps away, Chen Hai, witnessing this scene, could no longer control his tears, which streamed down his face.
