Last night, they chatted until late. When the two of them came out of the room yawning, they saw Yang Aiguo and Yang Yunhai, the father and son, sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.
Holding the newspaper in the same posture and looking similar, they were undoubtedly father and son.
Seeing the two come out, the father and son finally breathed a sigh of relief.
They got up early and waited, the breakfast had been reheated several times, but they still didn't see the two wake up. Helplessly, they could only sit there patiently waiting.
And this wait was quite a while.
"Have you had breakfast?" Wang Shuyun asked while yawning.
"Not yet, waiting for you guys." Yang Aiguo and his son stood up, "I'll go heat up breakfast, have a little something to fill your stomachs first, and later we'll go out to eat."
The father and son stood up in almost the same posture, their expressions and actions were so similar.
