"Mom, I came to get the book."
Ping'an's voice reached her ears, and Zhou Jiao handed the book to the child.
"Son, isn't it nice to stay home with Mom? Waiting in line is hard."
Ping'an held the book tightly, looked up at Zhang Guoqing and, realizing he was too short, reached up for him to lift, "I like Dad, I want to be with Dad."
The silly dad listened happily and laughed out loud, holding the child, the two whispered leisurely to each other, and didn't forget to pull Zhou Jiao into answering questions.
The family moved slowly forward; it was already late. From afar, Mother Zhang saw the youngest son's family in line and hurriedly called Xiao Wu.
Zhou Jiao looked ahead and smiled. Her father-in-law and mother-in-law's charisma had won over the neighbors. They hadn't been back for a while, but they were still surrounded by old neighbors.
