Mo Shu thought she might have been mistaken.
At the door, Yu Siqiao, weary from travel, was holding their son who had just fallen, looking quite distressed.
The baby was crying pitifully while clutching Yu Siqiao's neck, his face full of grievance.
Little Honey Pot also ran towards Daddy, seeing his brother could act spoiled, hurried over to hug Daddy's leg, shouting: "Papa, Papa!"
Yu Siqiao smiled softly, bent down, picked him up too, and walked over to Mo Shu.
At that moment, Mo Shu felt momentarily dazed, looking at the man before her, feeling a sense of unreality.
Yu Siqiao, holding the two kids, looked at her and curved his lips: "I'm back."
Mo Shu was still bewildered, reaching out to touch Yu Siqiao's face.
Yu Siqiao, holding the two kids, suddenly leaned in and kissed her cheek.
Mo Shu was kissed, dazed for a moment.
Mo Shu wrapped her arms around him and covered the eyes of the two kids.
