"It's not like that, Mr. Xu, I don't blame you, I know that. It's just... I haven't returned to Gusu for many years, and I don't know how to face you. When I returned to Gusu last year, I asked Old Qian about your news, knowing that you were living in a nursing home, I gave Old Qian 600 yuan, asking him to bring you some things when he visited the nursing home."
Wang Gen Sheng became anxious and blurted out the truth, as he wasn't good at lying.
Mr. Xu smiled and led the way.
An Youyou, curious and determined, walked up to Wang Gen Sheng and whispered, "Uncle Wang, why haven't you come to Gusu to see Little Ninth all these years?"
Wang Gen Sheng: ...
What other reason could there be? It's the anxiety of returning home.
Mr. Xu led everyone back to his room, as he had said, he had prepared three pots of tea and chairs in advance.
Mr. Xu poured tea for everyone, Qin Huai and the others obediently sat down.
