After getting off the car, Landi walked towards the house hand in hand with Mo Nuan, one hand carrying the gifts they had bought today. The courtyard had a hint of the old Beijing quadrangle flavor, with long corridors lined with flowers and plants emitting a faint fragrance, refreshing the heart and soul. The main house was at the forefront.

At the doorway, there seemed to be an elderly man dressed in a deep blue Tang suit, craning his neck to look in their direction. Before they even stepped in, they heard his hearty voice: "The brat is back with his wife."

At the same time, Mo Nuan noticed several...