This smile was a bit bitter and a bit helpless, as if fully aware that lying below was an abyss, yet still watching oneself sink into it.
The phone in his pocket rang. Huo Zhendong glanced at it, turned around, and answered the call.
Because it was a bit cold outside, Fu Jingyu and Ye Fanxing had gone back inside the house. They had a blast today, and now, only the auntie was sitting there alone.
She was getting on in years and looked somewhat lonely.
Fu Jingyu mentioned that the auntie had been with the Huo Family for a long time, her son and daughter lived outside, and she was still staying here, usually helping Huo Zhendong manage the household affairs.
Of course, although it was called home, it was just Huo Zhendong living here by himself.
Ye Fanxing and Fu Jingyu did not go out again; instead, they stayed behind to keep the auntie company and chatted with her for a while.