The winter sun shone on Mr. Zhang, making him drowsy, as he was used to taking afternoon naps. Soon, he began to snore lightly.
Seeing this, Zhang Guoqing chuckled. Just a moment ago, his father was still looking toward the direction of Daqing Mountain, worried about his grandchildren's safety, and now he was asleep.
He then sighed silently; time waits for no one, and his father was truly getting old.
Zhang Guoqing, lost in thought as he stared at his father's face, soon heard a commotion in the backyard. He quietly stood up, silently thinking that his wife wouldn't let him have peace of mind.
——She was just chatting with his mother in the living room, why did she run to the backyard?
Zhou Jiao was about to ask him to come over to handle the wild game. Seeing him appear, she was overjoyed, raising her hands like a beckoning cat and waving at him.
Zhang Guoqing was amused by her gesture and quickly ran to her, "Missing your man that much?"
