Just after hanging up, Weng Shao felt a warm body approach from behind and wrap him in an embrace. "Why are you up so early?" Pei Xingze's groggy voice sounded above his head.
Weng Shao checked the time. It was already six thirty in the morning, yet outside remained pitch-black. The bitter winter wind howled past the windows, sweeping fine snowflakes through the sky. Just as Weng Shao was about to say something, his phone suddenly rang.
Pei Xingze straightened up, walked to the bedside, picked up Weng Shao's phone, and handed it to him.
The call was from Yu Huixin, asking whether Weng Shao would be going home for the New Year.
Weng Shao could not help but stare blankly. Before he knew it, he had been reborn for nearly a year.
"There's too much going on here, so I won't be going back this year." Weng Shao pulled himself together and smiled. "You should come here instead. I'll book your ticket and have a car take you from the neighborhood entrance to the airport. I'll come pick you up myself. Don't worry, I'll arrange everything for you."
On the other end of the line, Yu Huixin hesitated. "If you're too busy, maybe I shouldn't come. I can't help you with anything, and I'd only make more trouble for you."
"How would you be making trouble for me?" Weng Shao said with a smile. "We're family. If you don't come, how am I supposed to spend the New Year alone?"
Before Yu Huixin could speak, Weng Shao added, "Besides, the house here is finished too. Don't you want to see your son's new home? And your real estate agency—you're the big boss now!"
Yu Huixin's heart stirred at his words. She immediately said hesitantly, "Then I'll come over?"
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