Chuxia and Zhao Yulan had returned to Dalin Village by evening. Lin Baohe, who had been waiting at the entrance of the village, saw the mother and daughter from afar and ran over to meet them.
"Dad, you must have been worried, huh?"
"Mm-hmm," Lin Baohe nodded, taking the bicycle from his daughter's hands and looking towards his wife, "How did it go?"
"Let's talk at home," Zhao Yulan said.
Lin Baohe's gaze turned to his daughter, with a clear look of inquiry.
Chuxia hung her head awkwardly, "Dad, let's talk at home."
"Right, right," Lin Baohe nodded repeatedly, unconsciously quickening his pace.
"Second Aunt, Chuxia, you're finally back?" Halfway through their walk, they ran into Luo Xiaoqiong, who had hurried over,
"My mom asked me to check if you had arrived. Dinner's almost ready; come to our house first."
Zhao Yulan forced a smile, "Xiaoqiong, ride the bike back, and let your parents know that Second Aunt is a bit tired today, so we won't be coming over."