"Dad!" Little Dengdeng's small body shot towards his father like a cannonball.
"Careful!" Jiang Yichun shouted, worried that his armor was so hard, it might hurt Little Dengdeng as he slammed into it.
Fortunately, he reached out to support him, and the next second, his son already pounced into his arms.
"Dad, I've missed you so much!" Little Dengdeng shouted at the top of his lungs, using all his strength. On the other side, Bai Ruozhu, who was on the soft lounge, was woken up and frowned tiredly. When she opened her eyes, she saw such a warm scene.
Jiang Yichun, in his heavy armor, was carefully holding his son. His son's face was pressed against him, with small arms tightly wrapped around him, unwilling to let go.
Lin Ping'er and Bai Yihong had tears in their eyes. Lin Ping'er gave Bai Yihong a look and said, "Let's add some dishes tonight, I'll go arrange it."
Bai Yihong got the hint and quickly said, "I'll go with you, let's add a dish I like."
