Liu Qingning paid the fare, and as soon as she got out of the car, she saw the familiar figure waiting downstairs.
"Qingning, you're back." Liu Xuemin quickly stepped forward and took the suitcase out of the trunk.
"Dad, it's so cold outside, why are you standing here?"
"Oh, the house is too stuffy, so I came out for a smoke."
"Smoke less, your lungs aren't good to begin with."
"I know, I know," Liu Xuemin responded but his face was full of smiles.
The two of them chatted while walking into Room 03 on the first floor.
A wave of warmth mixed with the aroma of food and the smell of life swept over them, dispelling all the cold from their bodies.
The house wasn't large, only a little over sixty square meters, with a style of decoration from more than ten years ago, bearing the simplicity characteristic of that era.
But it was kept very tidy, filled with the warmth of home.
Liu Qingning's mother, Zhang Yunlan, came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of steaming hot dumplings.
