An hour earlier?
The old man, returning to his country for the first time since moving to Japan, seemed to have just realized this issue.
"Oh, right."
His voice was indifferent, revealing no emotion.
Xia Yu rolled his eyes. This old guy just liked to play it cool. While washing dishes, he couldn't help but ask a few questions.
"Do you have a place to stay?"
"There's the ancestral home. With a little cleaning, it'll be livable."
"Ancestral home?" Xia Yu was curious. Was the Xia Family once a noble and wealthy household? In this day and age, having an ancestral home meant they were definitely part of the landlord class.
"When will you come back?"
This second question led to a long silence from the other side.
"I'm not sure, but it probably won't be soon."
The aged voice spoke with a hint of fatigue that couldn't be concealed, and Xia Yu also detected a trace of apology in the words.
