C239 The Worry of Going Home

When he entered the house, his father seemed to have just woken up. He was on the steps of the main hall, busily lighting a small fire for his tea, while the front door of the courtyard was ajar.

"Dad, Aunt and I are back!"

The moment I shouted out in alarm, my heart was actually filled with anxiety and I almost cried out loud. Fortunately, my aunt quickly walked to the front