Han Zheng was helplessly pushed out of the kitchen by her. He sat in the living room for a while and then heard the sound of the fingerprint door unlocking. He turned his head to look, and the first to walk in was Yanling, wearing a hat and sunglasses.
Yanling took off his baseball cap. Seeing Han Zheng, he ran over with delight and excitement, "Uncle Han, when did you get here?"
Han Zheng smiled and reached out to hold Yanling on his lap, giving him a once-over, "I came specifically to see Xiaoling. Are all your injuries healed? Is there anywhere you still feel uncomfortable?"
"All healed. I've even gone back to filming. Uncle Han, I haven't seen you in ages, I've missed you so much." Yanling cuddled on Han Zheng's lap, his crisp voice warmed Han Zheng's heart.
He couldn't help but smile like an aunt, reaching out to ruffle his hair, "Seeing you so lively eases my mind."
