The Wan family's dinner started very early.
Wan Dongmei, who had made a point of rushing back, exclaimed, "Mom, you're so biased! Why is it that whenever I come back, the meals are never this lavish? I've always said you favor our youngest brother, but you never admit it."
Liu Daqing shot her a look. "Our youngest brother was missing for so long. Were *you* missing?"
"Come on! How is that my fault?"
"If it isn't your fault, then why did you rush back here?"
"I was worried about our youngest brother! And I was worried about you too. Besides, you clearly said you were going back to Switzerland the day before yesterday, but you're still at home today. What's the delay?"
"Can't I stay a few more days?"
Wan Dongmei giggled, clearly overjoyed. After all, her brother's safe return was a huge weight off her mind.
