Indeed, just after Sister Wang called out, accompanied by the sound of a cane tapping the ground, it wasn't long before a figure with a head of white hair, dressed in a puffy and thick outfit, appeared at the doorway.
"Dad, why have you come?" Ou Mucen's relationship with his father wasn't that harmonious before. Only recently, as his father had been quite caring towards his own woman, treating her as part of the family, had he started to grow closer to him.
Seeing him come in, he put down his chopsticks and went over to help him.
The elder didn't refuse, but when Ou Mucen was about to guide him to the dining table, he rejected the offer and instead chose to sit down on the sofa.
Ou Mucen didn't sense anything amiss and assumed that, being old, he might not like to sit on hard wooden chairs. So, he helped him over to the sofa, asking Sister Wang to pour him some tea.
"Dad, what's the matter? It's so late, you came over; won't it be light soon?"
