Liu Wei rested back on the cushion quietly, after some time; he closed his eyes to catch some sleep. Not quite long after he closed his eyes, he heard footsteps coming towards the living room. His eyes fluttered open and he glanced at the giant glass door.
Da Xia was holding onto Liu Wei's father's arm as they walked into the living room, her smile instantly paled as her eyes met Liu Wei's, she quickly looked elsewhere.
Mr. Fang, who was talking to her, saw her gaze and quickly traced it. His eyes fell on his son who was sitting complacently on the cushion.
As soon as his father stepped into the parlor, Liu Wei stood up from his seat and greeted.
''Good evening Father, it's been a while.''
Mr. Fang gazed him up to down for a moment before scolding with a glare.
''You're quite early! ''
''I'm sorry, something came up.''
''Indeed! ''
