Qin Guanglin returned home in a cheerful mood, but as soon as he opened the door, he heard the conversation in the living room.
As he entered, the two people inside fell silent, turning their heads to look at him.
"Aunt," Qin Guanglin recognized the person sitting on the sofa talking to his mom and greeted her coldly.
Relatives from his father's side rarely visited, mostly showing up during holidays and seldom contacting on regular days.
It was the same with this aunt; they met maybe once or twice a year, and he had no clue what had brought her this time.
"Ah, Guanglin's back," the woman he called aunt responded.
"Had dinner?" Qin's Mom asked.
"Yeah," he replied and walked straight into his bedroom, closing the door.
"I picked up a package for you, it's on your desk," Qin's Mom raised her voice toward the bedroom.
"Got it."
"This kid," the aunt muttered, "doesn't resemble my brother at all."