Gao Yuan sat in front of his computer, finishing the incomplete shop design. The sky gradually darkened outside.
Stretching as he stood up, Gao Yuan saw the Sheltie getting to its feet as well.
The little guy even pressed its front paws down, stretching as if it had just woken up.
So,
Gao Yuan decided he didn't feel like cooking tonight. He sent a message to the group chat about going out for a big meal, then grabbed the Sheltie's leash and headed downstairs.
The residential complex wasn't the least bit tranquil under the setting sun. Just like any ordinary neighborhood, No.1 Courtyard was filled with many elderly people and children.
The only difference was that everyone, whether old or young, was exquisitely dressed. You could tell at a glance that they were enjoying life.
This couldn't help but make Gao Yuan think of his own parents.
His parents had just turned sixty, so they weren't very old, but the years had left their deep marks on them.
Gao Yuan suddenly missed home!
