Many people were coming down in dribs and drabs. Lv Guodong began to worry; why hadn't Dad gotten off the train yet?
"Don't worry, maybe he just has too much stuff. He should be getting off soon." Old Yang patted Lv Guodong's shoulder.
"Dad, Daddy, I'm here." Guodong suddenly raised his hand and waved it frantically, trying to catch Lv Beiguang's attention.
With that shout, Lv Beiguang certainly heard him. He was carrying a large backpack, holding a briefcase in one hand, and leading Zhao Xiaoqiang with the other.
Seeing his son made him especially emotional. He quickly got off the train. "Guodong, I see you."
A fifteen-year-old young man suddenly burst into tears and hurried over.
The father and son hugged each other. Lv Beiguang's eyes also turned moist. His son had become much leaner and darker, but he seemed to have grown taller; it was only when he held him in his arms that he realized his son was now just a bit shorter than himself.
