"You're still talking about a wife! Why hasn't Pei Huai come back all these years? Don't you have any idea?"
"I'm not Pei Huai. How could I possibly know?"
"If you had married Jiang Ran, would you have come back?"
"Now that you mention it, that might just be the case..."
As the footsteps faded, the discussion gradually drifted off into the distance.
Until he couldn't hear them anymore, Pei Huai finally turned around with a blank expression.
These years, he hadn't come back, but he hadn't ignored his family either. Every month, he sent money home.
Pei Baoshan had already brushed his teeth. Turning his head, he saw Pei Huai still standing at the gate and frowned, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and put your things in the house."
Pei Huai agreed and lifted his foot towards Pei Yang's room.
Before he reached the door, Pei Baoshan called out to him.
"What are you doing? You've been gone for years and even forgot where your own room is?"
Pei Huai, "..."
