"Food... Yes! Yes! Yes! What would Little Shu like to eat? Daddy will go and buy it!"
Jiang Yongyi trembled with excitement, tears suddenly surging in his eyes.
Compared to his wife, Xu Lizhi, he suppressed his emotions even more, keeping his longing for his son deeply hidden in his heart, not daring to show the slightest bit, fearing that it would make the atmosphere at home even more somber.
But at this moment, those emotions could no longer be contained, and tears streamed down his face.
Behind him, Xu Lizhi burst from the sofa, one foot in a slipper, the other bare on the tile, looking at her son.
She hugged him and sobbed softly, unable to say a word.
"Mom... it's okay. I'm back, aren't I? Let's eat and chat in a bit."
Patting his mother, Xu Lizhi, on the back, Jiang Shu whispered.
"You two talk. I'll go down to buy some groceries."
