At night, at Ling Fangfei's house, Father and Mother Ling picked up food for Mu Xuan very enthusiastically, far exceeding their enthusiasm for their godson.
"Xiao Mu, you haven't been home for so many years. Are you tired outside?!"
"Xiao Mu, come and try the Mapo Tofu I made for you!"
"Alright, Uncle and Auntie…" The enthusiasm of the two of them almost made Mu Xuan unable to withstand it.
At this moment, Ling Fangfei asked in a low voice, her tone filled with anticipation, "Xiao Mu, we shouldn't leave next, right?"
Mu Xuan's hand paused and he shook his head. "No, I'm not leaving!"
Ling Fangfei was delighted. "It's good that you're not leaving!"
Mu Xuan sighed in his heart. "I'm not leaving tonight!"
At night, Mu Xuan returned to the house he had not seen for many years. Lying on the familiar and unfamiliar bed, he actually felt at ease! Perhaps this was the so-called golden nest and silver nest. It was inferior to his dog nest!