Zhang Yuxi waited nervously. Soon, a taxi stopped at the hotel entrance. The door opened, and Zhao Lizhen and the others stepped out of the car.
Upon seeing her mother, Zhang Yuxi's eyes reddened and tears instantly streamed down her face. From a few meters away, Zhao Lizhen saw her daughter, dressed in a white evening gown, carrying an elegant and aloof demeanor.
"Mom!"
"Yuxi!"
Zhao Lizhen walked over and took a close look at her daughter. She noticed her daughter's complexion was rosy and she seemed a bit chubbier. Zhao Lizhen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Not bad, you look very good..." As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Lizhen's tears fell like rain, but her face was filled with a joyous smile.
Zhang Fuyong stood behind Zhao Lizhen, looking somewhat awkward as he saw his daughter. He didn't know how to face her. At that moment, Zhang Yuxi was the first to speak.
"Dad, you've come!"
