Zhou Wang gazed out the car window at the scenery of this small southwestern town, feeling a bit nostalgic for a moment.
He returned once or twice a year, so it wasn't really a long absence, but this time, his mood was completely different.
They say returning home wealthy is like wearing fine clothes at night; Zhou Wang originally thought he wasn't that conventional, but at this moment, he found his emotions slightly stirred...
The same deep-seated attachment to one's homeland flowed in his Huaxia blood; who wouldn't want to see the pride on their parents' faces, who could reject the genuine admiration from family and relatives...
After all, it was one of the milestones along his road to success...
At this moment, Jiang Qingkui had also finished her phone call, only her expression towards Zhou Wang was somewhat peculiar.
"My mom went out, but... my dad's at your house."
"That's quite a coincidence?"
Zhou Wang was also momentarily stunned.
