Lin Yan didn't go straight home. Ou had sent quite a few messages, so thinking of taking a detour, she could only inconvenience the little one for now.
Lin Guoping was having dinner, with pickled radish and thin rice porridge on the table, next to which lay a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes.
It had been a long time since Lin Guoping smoked a pipe, as Lin Yan would send him cigarettes every month.
"What ill wind has blown you here?" Lin Guoping had some complaints towards Lin Yan.
It had been days since she showed her face, as if she didn't have a father.
"The gossip in the village blew me here. Dad, do you know about grandma's situation?"
Lin Guoping's face immediately darkened, he took a swig of his stuffy drink and picked up another chopstick full of pickled radish.
The crunching sound of his biting and the smacking of his lips were downright irritating to hear.
