When her father mentioned this matter, Li Biyun couldn't help but furrow her brows:
"Dingjian said he should be back during the Qingming Festival."
"I called him before I went to the cemetery the day before yesterday to ask when he'd arrive in East Capital, but I couldn't reach him."
As she spoke, she looked at Fang Cheng, her eyes carrying a hint of inquiry:
"Chengcheng, has your uncle contacted you?"
Fang Cheng shook his head, his expression unchanged:
"He called me a few days ago, but I was busy and couldn't answer."
The atmosphere at the dining table, originally warm, grew quietly silent due to this topic.
Grandpa paused with his chopsticks holding some food, and Mother's face was marked with a persistent shade of worry.
Fang Cheng saw this, thought for a moment, and spoke to comfort them:
"Grandpa, Mom, don't worry. Uncle has many friends and wide connections outside; he might be in a place with a poor signal discussing business or inspecting something."
