Hua Qiang stood up and invited everyone to sit. In truth, he had already read the message in his parents' subtle expressions just now.
But having reached his current heights, he naturally would not fuss over those old sesame seeds and rotten millet.
After all, they were relatives, and all of them were Mom's family. No matter what unpleasantness there had been before, since they had come to his door, he would not slap a smiling face.
Pretending to rummage in his pocket, he produced two packs of Hua Zi cigarettes.
He passed the cigarettes around, naturally lighting one for himself and one for Dad as well.
At once, the room began to fill with clouds of smoke.
Mao Shuixian frowned slightly, then had Hua Jing open the windows for ventilation.
Hua Jianchi was the first to react. He hurriedly stubbed out his cigarette and gave Mao Shuixian an awkward smile.
He had quit smoking for many years. Yet when his son handed him one just now, he had accepted it and started smoking as if possessed by ghosts and spirits.
He would probably be punished with homework again tonight!
At this moment, these people were still immersed in shock. Everything before their eyes had utterly overturned their worldview.
Hua Jianchi had been critically injured and on the verge of death, yet now he was lively and vigorous, standing right before them. That alone was startling enough.
More importantly, their Shuixian had once had graying hair, wrinkles across her face, a hunched body, and needed to gasp several times after every step. Yet now she had returned to her youth, to the most beautiful period of a woman's life.
The female relatives who had come along were all green with envy and jealousy, wishing they could take her place.
"Shuixian,