As soon as the car drove into the village, Song Guanchao's phone rang once more.
He thought it might be his grandma again, feeling a bit puzzled inside.
Who is this Lu Shaqing?
Why isn't he staying home during the New Year and instead searching for me?
When he checked his phone, it wasn't his grandma, but rather Liu Yuanchao.
"Hello, Uncle Liu."
Though his grandson and Li He had previously offended Song Guanchao at a charity event,
things had been resolved, and Song Guanchao didn't dwell on it.
Moreover, despite his grandson being a playboy, Liu Yuanchao himself was a staunch soldier and had been in the same unit as Song Guanchao's father.
Song Guanchao had much respect for the elder.
"Guanchao, where is your home?"
"My home?" Song Guanchao was a bit confused, then quickly understood: "Why? Did you come to Lingjiang, old man?"
"Yes, I came to visit your father's grave and also to see you." Liu Yuanchao's tone was a bit sighed.
