But the hard work early this morning, upon seeing that line of burly figures, left Mr. Gu feeling utterly chilled.
Those were Li Xuemei's father and her older brothers, along with their nephews.
And after eagerly searching behind the five people for a long time but not seeing Gu Ruhai's silhouette, Mr. Gu finally confirmed that Gu Ruhai hadn't come out today.
Fortunately, Mr. Gu wasn't too cold-hearted; he still worried a bit, wondering if the eldest was sick.
After all, he was still his son, even if he was hopeless, useless, and not sweet-tongued. Still, he was his son. Mr. Gu stepped forward and worriedly asked Li Qinghai.
"Ah, in-laws have arrived. What's up with the eldest? Didn't see him today."
Li Qinghai couldn't stand Mr. Gu. In his mind, this was a narrow-minded old scholar poorer than himself, an illiterate old farmer.
Just the way he handled Gu Ruhai's family, Li Qinghai couldn't feel any closeness.
