"Not bad," Weilan said.
The two were sitting at the dining table.
From the stairs, Lu Yuanhe's aged voice echoed, "Heyan is back?"
As soon as Lu Heyan heard his father's voice, he immediately stood up.
Weilan also stood up as Lu Yuanhe came down from the upstairs.
"Dad, sorry for disturbing you," Lu Heyan said.
Lu Yuanhe walked to the dining table and sat down as well.
"Sit."
Weilan and Lu Heyan then sat down.
Auntie Li hurriedly came out and asked, "Sir, would you like a late-night snack?"
"No, I'm too old for that, it doesn't digest well," said Lu Yuanhe.
"Yes!" Auntie Li quickly went to cook noodles.
Lu Heyan looked at his father, hesitant to speak.
Lu Yuanhe gazed at his son, his eyes full of complicated emotions.
Seeing this scene, Weilan got up and went to the kitchen.
Only the father and son were left at the dining table.
They looked at each other.
Lu Heyan then said, "Dad, I'm sorry for abandoning my post."
