Around half past twelve, they finally returned to the Fu Residence.
Fu Hanchuan had already prepared lunch early, sitting in the living room waiting for Qin Sheng's return.
In the short span of half an hour, he had checked his watch more than a dozen times.
Fu Hanchuan pressed his hand to his forehead in frustration.
As expected, his aunt would not allow Qin Sheng to return so early.
When Fu Hanchuan checked his watch for the fifteenth time, movement finally came from the door.
He stood up and walked over.
Lu Mother was carrying several shopping bags, and Qin Sheng held just as many.
Fu Hanchuan bypassed Lu Mother and took the shopping bags from Qin Sheng's hands, his voice filled with concern. "Shengsheng, let me help you next time."
Lu Mother shook her head in mock exasperation. "Hanchuan, you won't help me, but rush to help Shengsheng. At least I'm your elder—should the distinction be so obvious?"