In the blink of an eye, the time approached 8:00 PM on July 23rd.
In the back hall of the old Xia residence, Xuanchen shamelessly pressed up against Xia Yueyou, turning a wooden loveseat into what was practically a single-person chair for the two of them.
Xià Zhènguó made a concerted effort to ignore them, fixing his gaze squarely on the television news. Over the past two days, he had completely given up caring. Children and grandchildren had their own destinies; though his youngest granddaughter constantly complained about Xuanchen's shamelessness, as someone who had been through it all, how could he not understand what was really going on?
Chapter 17