Evening.
Song Guanchao arrived at the County Party Committee Family Courtyard.
The complex was old, but well-maintained on a daily basis.
Song Guanchao came to a small two-story building and knocked lightly on the door.
"Is that Secretary Song?"
The door was opened by a man in his sixties or seventies who invited Song Guanchao inside.
The house's decor was dated, yet it was very cozy.
Secretary Tu had already changed into loose homewear. Seeing Song Guanchao, he smiled and came forward to shake his hand, "Secretary Song."
"Hello, Secretary Tu."
Song Guanchao set down the fruits and nutritional supplements he was carrying, and the old man said, "There was no need to bring anything, just coming is enough."
The old man took the items to put them away and then went into the kitchen to cook with an old lady.
The two sat on the sofa, making sporadic conversation.
There were other family members in the house, so some topics were not convenient to discuss.
