"Yan'er, why are you here?"
"Daddy... hug..."
Zhao Minglang was full of thoughts of his wife, suddenly surprised by a little baby beside him, asking for a hug in a childish voice.
"Son, my son can call Daddy now?"
It's not easy, really not easy.
Having received the imperial decree to provide disaster relief, his wife had just finished her postpartum confinement, and in the blink of an eye, the child could say "Daddy" and ask for a hug.
Taking his son from the nursemaid and holding him in his arms, Zhao Minglang, a man of seven feet tall, had reddened eyes and a nose that was turning sour.
"Husband."
Qiu Yan noticed the man in front of her had aged and looked haggard, her heart aching greatly.
"Yan'er, let's go, return to the mansion."
His wife and child had come, it was truly a huge surprise.
"Was the journey safe?"
He couldn't even imagine how the mother and child got here, he was truly worried.
