The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, a faint moonlight shone upon the earth, in the quiet park, two adults were holding a child's hand, walking leisurely.
"It's all resolved." That was Yang Fan's voice, looking up at the star-filled sky, a faint smile on his face.
"I know, because there's nothing you can't handle." Tang Zimo turned to look at Yang Fan, her usual expression filled with contentment and happiness.
Yang Fan didn't say anything, glanced at Tang Zimo, and then at Guoguo between them.
The three of them walked out of the park, long shadows cast on the stone steps.
When they returned to the Tang family's residential area, Zhang Xiaojun was already asleep, and Liu Shufang was still sitting on the sofa, her face still expressing worry.
"Mom, go to sleep, it's late!" Tang Zimo walked over and said.
"Your dad and the others?" Liu Shufang immediately asked.
"Mom, just have a good sleep, don't think about anything else."
