Half past seven in the evening.
With Mo Yiqing's skilled driving technique, during peak hours, Yu Xueqing returned to her doorstep from the commercial street in just over ten minutes.
But.
Upon arriving at home, Yu Xueqing was startled when she saw the pickup truck in front of her door, showing a look of surprise.
"Hmm? Why did dad come to the old house?"
Parked by the door was an old Foton pickup truck, and Yu Xueqing immediately recognized it as her father's.
"I blindly guess it's definitely old Chen, calling old Deng over to discuss the tea competition."
The sharp-eared and keen-eyed little fox heard the conversation between Yu Zhenghong and Chen Fengshui inside the house, even from a distance, as Ansheng spoke with a strange expression.
"Your dad is also at home?"
Mo Yiqing just parked the car when she heard Yu Xueqing muttering, glanced around the entrance, and asked:
