They arrived in City A around noon. Tang Li didn't contact Li Lanzhen, instead expertly leading Wen Xiao toward her house.
"I've already arranged for a cleaning service to tidy up the house. Our only job this afternoon is to get some rest. We'll have dinner with Li Lanzhen tonight."
Wen Xiao agreed with her plan. "Do you have any childhood photos at the house?"
Tang Li replied, "Of course. My dad, grandpa, and grandma loved taking me to photo studios. When my dad was still around, we'd basically fill up a new photo album every year."
"In my dad's words, the photos were so that when he got old, he'd have stories to tell his grandkids." Her voice grew husky. "It's just... my dad wasn't blessed with a long life. He passed away so young."
Wen Xiao squeezed Tang Li's hand. "I promise I'll take good care of myself."
'He would make sure Tang Li never had to go through such a heartbreaking experience again.'
She was amused and smiled. "Okay, then. You'd better take care of yourself."
