When Ou Lan was holding Zhan Lingtao's little hand and walking out of the school, she was startled to find the master of their household, whom they had been thinking about day and night, standing like a tree outside the school gate.
"Ah, hubby!" Ou Lan dashed over like a bird, and Zhan Lingtao, a second slower, flapped his way over too, "Dad!"
Zhan Moxiao originally had his hands in his trouser pockets, exuding a cool vibe, but when he saw his wife and son rushing over, he immediately dropped the cool facade, beaming and spreading his arms to welcome them.
He hugged his wife with one arm and his son with the other, giving each a peck.
"Let's go eat." He held his wife's hand with one hand and his son's with the other as they got into the car, driving away under the envious eyes of onlookers.
Zhan Moxiao drove while Ou Lan and Zhan Lingtao sat in the back seat, both gazing eagerly at the man driving, their husband and father, whom they dearly missed after a few days apart.
