In their local customs, the second day of the Lunar New Year was the time for paying New Year visits and entertaining relatives.
Zhang Beixing needed to go home soon to get ready.
However, Zhang Beixing hadn't finished his preparations when others took the initiative to come over for a visit.
"Um... this... er... Sister? Excuse me, are you President Zhang's mother? Is President Zhang at home right now?"
A robust yet cautious voice came from outside the door.
The voice sounded somewhat familiar, causing Zhang Beixing, who had just finished bathing and changing his clothes, to poke his head out curiously.
He looked out and saw a white-haired yet spry and robust old man standing in the doorway of his house. The old man was holding an unopened gift and cautiously addressing Zhang Beixing's mother.
Behind him stood quite a few middle-aged or elderly men.
They all had one thing in common: they were carrying gifts and looked somewhat uneasy.
