Yao Shimin looked at the time; it was already six-thirty. He told the two elderly people that he was leaving. He had to go early to make arrangements.
"Shimin, wait, there's some wine at home. Take it with you; don't let them be without wine." Father Yao hurriedly called after his son.
"Dad, keep it for yourself. The restaurant has wine."
No matter how old they are, in the eyes of their parents, they are always children, always on their mind.
He hadn't been gone for a quarter of an hour when the old couple from the Yu family arrived.
The couple from the Yao family were both shy people, so the four of them sat there without knowing what to say.
It was finally Yu's mother who couldn't sit still. "In-laws, we, this couple, have come to apologize. We're truly sorry."
The Yao couple exchanged glances. "Sister-in-law, don't say that. They've already divorced, so let's leave it at that." Even if they're shy, they still have to say what's necessary.
