The next morning, when Ye Zhan went downstairs, he saw Ye Zhangming, who had returned in a hurry.
At first glance, he looked several years older than the last time they met, with inexplicably haggard features.
Ye Zhan's eyes changed slightly, and his tall figure paused on the stairs before continuing downstairs.
"Ah Zhan, why are you up so early?"
Ye Zhangming's haggard face showed an unnatural smile, mixed with undisguisable joy.
How long had it been since Ye Zhan stayed at home.
He almost couldn't remember.
Ever since he moved out, he wouldn't return home unless necessary. Most of the time he came back, he would just say a few words, eat a meal, and leave again.
In these years, the times he had stayed at home were few and far between.
Ye Zhangming glanced toward the second floor behind him, and without waiting for a response, he asked with concern, "Is Momo alright?"
