Zhao Dezhu finished his phone call and walked in from the balcony.
He thought Zhou Congfang would question him as before about who had called, and he had even prepared a response.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Congfang didn't ask; she simply said, "Eat up, the food is getting cold."
This made Zhao Dezhu feel somewhat unaccustomed.
Zhao Dezhu quickly let it go and spoke up, "Mom, this time you all come with me to Bin Hai."
"Going back to Bin Hai?" Grandma blinked in surprise, glancing at Zhou Congfang.
Seeing her act as if nothing was the matter, just burying her head in her meal,
She shook her head and said, "Never mind, I won't go. I've lived here all my life; I'm used to it."
"Mom, I was hoping you'd help me take care of Cong Fang," Zhao Dezhu said.
"Well..."
"No need, I'm not going to Bin Hai either. I have a good life here. I'll stay at home with Mom. I'm not going anywhere," Zhou Congfang lifted her head and said.
