Mu Family's old house, study room.
Mu Qinghan received a call from his grandson while he was talking to his son, Mu Yi.
Mu Yi had hurried back from the company, having worked tirelessly there for a week in advance to complete tasks, just to free up a week to properly accompany his daughter whom he had been searching for twenty years.
When he saw the old man answer the phone, noticing his expression shift from initial kindness and warmth to suddenly frowning with a complex look, his heart followed suit and was filled with concern.
As soon as the old man hung up, Mu Yi even spoke up before the old man could, asking urgently.
"Dad, is something wrong with Tian Tian? Could it be that she doesn't want to come back? Didn't she board the plane earlier? She should have landed by now."
Looking at his son, who was troubled by his concerns, Mu Qinghan's thoughts were complicated.
After pondering a moment, he slowly spoke.
