Lu Father glanced at his son disdainfully, the latter scratching his head, "I thought it was someone with the same name, so I didn't pay attention."
In fact, when he heard Aunt Cheng mention the name yesterday, he already felt it was familiar, but before he could think it through, he was pulled away by his wife, and afterwards... he forgot to think about it. But when he saw Cheng Baoguo, he had a faint guess in his heart.
It's not his fault. He had only seen Cheng Baoguo's picture a few times when he was a child, and never met him in person.
Thirty-two years, Cheng Baoguo had been gone for thirty-two years, and he was only thirty years old.
"In the end, you're just a fool, a blockhead!" Lu Father snorted, turned his head and asked Cheng Baoguo, "I thought you had forgotten about me, brother. You've been working in the city for several years, right? You could have at least paid me a visit or sent me a letter."