Everyone was looking at Zhan Moxiao and Ou Lan's two children. The boy was handsome, the girl beautiful. They both shared a common trait: a vibrant spirit, arrogance, and distinctiveness.
That essence was particularly like their dad and mom.
Perhaps because they had previously heard their father and mother tell them that many relatives would be welcoming them home today, the two children were friendly towards these people, even though they were strangers, and waved to show that they were well and finally home.
"Dad! Mom!" Jia Xuan saw her long-lost dad and mom and excitedly rushed towards them.
Zhan Moxiao missed his daughter at home terribly. Seeing her rush over, he immediately let go of the little girl in his arms, bent down, and scooped Jia Xuan up, giving her cheek two hearty kisses.
After kissing her, Zhan Moxiao's eyes instantly filled with tears. Even a tough man has moments of tenderness, and he had a lot of it for his wife, children, family, and relatives.
