Tang Chuxia said he was a failure.
But this was the best reason for Father Tang and Madam Tang to accept her absence from home.
Tang Jianjun said Father Tang would definitely ask someone to confirm this, so Tang Chuxia had no choice but to return home, asking Madam Tang and licorice to pack a bundle for her. Meanwhile, she took the opportunity to quickly sketch something in the study.
By the time Madam Tang finished her chatter, Tang Chuxia had also finished her drawing.
She looked at the figures standing in the courtyard—an old Daoist holding an oil-paper parcel, an old monk with a food container, and Third Grandpa with a cloth draped over his shoulder. She felt overwhelmed.
Tang Chuxia handed the rolled-up drawing to Tang Jianjun. Aren't we even hiding it?
Tang Jianjun's eyelids twitched.
Madam Tang was puzzled and didn't understand why the three old men were there, but she still greeted them warmly.
