Lin Chun carried a flower basket to the backyard to pick some vegetables and had just placed them in the kitchen.
He then saw his younger brother Lin Dong entering the house with a distressed-looking Lin Aiguo, lifting the door curtain.
Lin Chun came out and faintly greeted, "Dad's here!"
His feelings toward Lin Aiguo were now very subtle because of that incredibly vivid dream that seemed so real, he could no longer be as blindly filial as before.
He couldn't forget the things Lin Aiguo had done in that dream.
Lin Aiguo, looking somewhat spirited, grunted through his nose, "Are you feeling better?"
He was really angry. Selling the house was no small matter, yet not one person had mentioned it to him.
He felt as if he, an old father, was just a decoration, and even completely disregarded by his children.
"Much better!"
