One week later.
Fan Jianguo returned to their small yard with Liu Huili, their daughter, and his mother.
Although their home was small, it was still their home after all.
The ancients used to say that a gold or silver nest isn't as good as one's own kennel.
Back at home, Fan Jianguo felt a sense of relief.
It wasn't that his sister and brother-in-law didn't treat him well, but staying there came with its own pressures.
Liu Huili looked at her husband somewhat anxiously.
During this week, her husband seemed to have become a different person at his elder sister's house.
In the past, after a day of business, he'd hardly say a word upon returning, and even while busy at home preparing materials, he wouldn't say much to her, not even cracking a smile.
But over the past few days, smiles had become more frequent on her husband's face, and he spoke more, sometimes sitting in the yard with his sister and brother-in-law for an entire afternoon, drinking tea, playing chess, chatting.
