Pei Baoshan, who was brushing his teeth, stopped in disbelief and looked toward the doorway.
What did he just hear?
Pei Huai has come back?
This early in the morning, could it be that he didn't sleep well and was hallucinating?
Before Pei Baoshan could continue doubting himself, the door was knocked again, "Pei Baoshan? Wang Cuilan! Your Pei Huai is back! Open the door!"
The voice was strong and real, resonating clearly in his ears.
Not a hallucination!
Pei Baoshan no longer hesitated and ran to the front door with his enamel cup, clumsily opening it.
As soon as the door opened, he saw Pei Huai carrying two suitcases and walking over, accompanied by many curious villagers.
Originally in the kitchen, Wang Cuilan also rushed out, not even setting down the spatula in her hand, standing there dumbfounded in the courtyard.
Seeing their expressions, Pei Huai felt a pang of sourness in his heart.
It was his fault for not coming back for so long.
