Feng Qingyun and Li Jiaoyang returned to the Lu Family at seven in the evening.
As soon as they entered, they saw Lu Jiang sitting grandly on the single-seater sofa, reading a newspaper. His military uniform was somewhat worn, and perhaps years away from the battlefield and advancing age had tempered him, giving him a commanding presence without the need for anger. Feng Qingxue was perched casually on the sofa arm, her hand resting on his shoulder as she looked at the newspaper with him. Grandmother Ye and the children were not present.
Taking in this warm scene, Feng Qingyun blinked in surprise, "Brother-in-law is back?"
"Yes." Lu Jiang nodded at her and Li Jiaoyang, pointing to the double-seater sofa beside them, "You both sit and tell us everything that happened with the commissar at the arts troupe."
He had barely arrived home when his wife mentioned the matter, but what he had to consider was much more.
