No matter how unhappy she was, she still went on Sunday.
At eight o'clock, Kuang Meiyun brought her son, Kuang Yin, and flew to Hong Kong with two bodyguards.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, they stood at the exit and waited quietly.
The flight arrived on time. Peng Bairan was at the back of the crowd. He was wearing sunglasses and black clothes.
In the crowd, he was pushing his luggage alone. He was a little lame and walked a little awkwardly. Obviously, the injury on his foot had not fully recovered, and there was no one else beside him. Shirley was not with him. She was carrying a backpack on her back. The bag was bulging and seemed to be filled with things.
"Dad…"
After Kuang Yin saw his father whom he hadn't seen for half a month, he ran over like he was flying.
Peng Boran didn't hug his son and kiss him like before. Instead, he reached out his hand and gently stroked his son's head. He asked in a low voice,
"Do you miss Dad?"
"Yes!"
