Unfortunately, Old Mrs. Xu, in her role as the family matriarch, had no intention of saying another word. Grabbing the prepared return gifts, she left the room and went out to the main living area.
In the main living area, her son was sitting at the square table, one arm propped up, his palm cupping his cheek. He was staring blankly at the opposite wall, lost in thought.
'Just look at him,' she thought.
He didn't even notice her come out. Old Mrs. Xu slammed the return gifts she was carrying onto the table. "Stop your pointless brooding. A grown daughter won't stay. They're all the same."
Xu Qiguang snapped out of his daze and glanced at his mother.
"Am I wrong?"
Xu Qiguang shook his head. "It's not the same thing." 'Besides,' he thought, 'I'm not worried about that. I was just thinking about the dream the boy mentioned.'
