One second, no one made a sound, two seconds, still no one spoke.
He Zhilan was already in He Teng's arms, crying tears of joy.
For her, there was no news that could make her happier than this.
Not even the capture of Gu En made her this happy; her child, her poor child~
He Zhilan didn't know how to thank the heavens enough for letting her child still be alive and well in this world; her child was even stronger than she, as a mother, was.
"Brother, our child has returned~" He Zhilan trembled uncontrollably, "He is still fine, healthy and well. Brother, I can finally see our child."
"Zhilan, didn't I say that we would find the child sooner or later!" Chen Yun was overjoyed, turning to Mr. He, "Uncle He, congratulations! You can now take your eldest grandson back to the hometown! When the child's hundred-day feast is held, we all will be there!"
