The knocking sound rang out.
Luo Xiaoqian hurried over, opened the courtyard door, and upon seeing Leng Zimo standing outside, she immediately broke into a smile.
"You're back."
"Yes." Leng Zimo, carrying a suitcase, stepped in. "Where should I put this?"
Luo Xiaoqian closed the courtyard door and pointed toward the small stone table in the yard, "Just put it on the table, I'll take care of it."
The two walked to the small stone table together, and Leng Zimo placed the suitcase he was carrying on it, took a cloth, and wiped off the dust, while Luo Xiaoqian pinched the clasp on the suitcase.
"By the way, Zimo, just now, your dad called me."
"He did?" Leng Zimo frowned slightly. "What did he say this time?"
"The day after tomorrow is the Ghost Festival. He said he wants us to go to the cemetery together to pay our respects." Luo Xiaoqian answered honestly.
Leng Zimo was entirely surprised to hear this.