C174 Blue Hair like Clouds Memories like a Curtain

A relative on the second day of August, Tuesday.

Zhao Huang Li and his wife Xue Mei said, "Mei, it's the second day of the new year tomorrow. Shall we take a taxi and go back?"

Xue Mei nodded. "Yes, Sis. Is my brother going to go back or not?"

"Ha — it's not like you don't know his temper. It's not good for him to go away with relatives, and he still won't go back home, let alone come here