"I've told you a long time ago, you should have moved to Baiyun earlier, so I wouldn't need to come back home every few weeks." An'an leaned against her father and said.
"Well... it was because Ji Ye was attending kindergarten over there. It's good to move here now."
"Uncle Chen... my dad is here to see you."
Outside the house, Chang Dalin was still pushing his father, Chang Fu, inside. He hadn't taken care of himself when he was younger, and now, not yet sixty, he was already in a wheelchair.
Chang Fu's health had deteriorated significantly, especially this year; it was a sharp decline.
"Old Chen, it's New Year again, and your old buddy is here to see you."
"Chang Fu, looking at you like this, I really don't know how many more years you'll live!"
"What, afraid I'll leave too early for you to handle?"
