Zhang Yanlin rarely saw such an exhausted expression on Li Yu's face.
Moreover, she was uncharacteristically late by an hour and a half on Saturday night, and Zhang Yanlin didn't know exactly when Li Yu arrived. Anyway, when she looked out the window, she saw Li Yu standing silently alone in the darkness outside the apartment building.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yanlin's nose inexplicably tingled with unease.
She turned her head and glanced at the few people by the dining table. Zhou Xi was holding a guitar, demonstrating her newly self-taught song "Xi Shua Shua."
The lamb spine in the pot simmered noisily, and the atmosphere around the dining table was lively and joyful, in stark contrast to the scene downstairs.
Zhang Yanlin hesitated for a moment and didn't call Li Yu upstairs. Instead, she beckoned to the cone, "Come here."
The golden retriever was originally circling the table, waiting for someone to throw it the uneaten lamb spine.
