Just then, outside, the honk of a car horn sounded.
Rong Zhiming, "Yanyan's Mother, I think I heard a car horn. Could it be that we have visitors?"
It wasn't just his own thought; mainly it was because in their neighborhood, it seemed no one's relatives owned a car, let alone the neighbors themselves.
Not one of these families... had more wealth than his own family.
Of course, that's not to say his family was rich. He meant that every household was not very wealthy.
"I'll go take a look." Madam Rong had the same thought as Rong Wenming.
She thought it must be Qin Zhen who had come.
Before she could go to open the door, there was a knock from outside, followed by Qin Zhen's voice, "Uncle Rong, Auntie, are you home?"
"We are, we are." Madam Rong knew it was him and, as she answered, she quickened her pace.
When she opened the door... she was somewhat stunned.
Qin Zhen, smiling, "Auntie, my great-uncle has come to see you."
