Tong Sanlang couldn't help but have red rimmed eyes when he was called out. He nodded, "It's me."
"Mother, Xiaomai and I have married, and we, as a family, have come here to take you home."
Mother.
Married.
Take you home.
This series of words permeated into Zhuang Luhe's ears and after being processed by her brain, cracks appeared on her numb expression.
She tilted her head slightly, a bit of brightness appearing in her expressionless eyes, and asked, "What did you say?"
Tong Sanlang patiently repeated the sentence. After finishing, he saw Qiao Changshun driving a cattle cart to the entrance of the courtyard. He lifted his arm and pointed at Qiao Changshun, "Dad is here."
Dad is here.
Dad, that is Qiao Changshun.
Zhuang Luhe became rigid as if she was frozen. She twisted her neck extremely stiffly and turned her gaze towards the entrance.
At the entrance, Qiao Changshun stopped the cattle cart and got off.