"Yes, you're right. When you bring Dad and the kids back, also bring Uncle to stay for a while." Lu Jiang was most grateful for Wang Zhenguo's matchmaking efforts back then. Without him, how would he have met, known, and stayed with his wife?
Feng Qingxue's face suddenly fell.
"Dad won't come back, Xibao has to stay in the old home to continue studying, and it's even more impossible for Uncle to come back to the Capital with us."
Xibao leaned on her shoulder, shouting into the microphone, "Dad, don't listen to Mom making it sound so pitiful. It's not like I'm not going back to the Capital, just going back a bit later. Grandpa says it'll only be one or two years."
Father Lu, when looking at the situation, always made incredibly accurate predictions.
When Lu Jiang heard his eldest son's voice, he quickly asked his wife to give him the phone.
