"Xinxin, what's wrong? Who did you see?"
The son sitting beside her didn't quite understand. He only saw his mother with an expression of indescribable excitement, her eyes red as if she was about to cry.
"It's Dad! It's really Dad!"
Yan Xinxin was so excited that she couldn't form coherent sentences, suddenly grabbing her son's hand.
"Xi, it's your grandpa. Your grandpa is back!"
"Grandpa?"
"Yes, yes!"
Yan Xinxin happily wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked eagerly at Mo Chuxi.
"Mr. Mo, can you please stop the car?"
Mo Chuxi looked at Yan Xinxin's overwhelmingly excited expression in the rearview mirror, and for some reason, he felt a strange sense of fullness swirling in his chest.
He stopped the car, and Yan Xinxin almost immediately opened the door, taking her son out with her.
Mo Chuxi sat in the car, watching as Yan Xinxin's petite and delicate figure pulled her son along, running toward a middle-aged man dressed in dust-stained gray clothes.
