It's obvious, they weren't here for their son at all.
"Little, this kid, I guess is quite likable."
Old Meng felt his eyes heat up, he couldn't help but wipe away a tear.
Really, what's there to cry about?
But why can't he stop his tears?
"Dad, I, I'll go change my clothes," Meng Chaojun said.
"Go on, hurry up."
When Jiang Xiao and Meng Xinian arrived at the Meng Family, Old Meng was standing at the door, craning his neck to look out. As soon as he saw them arrive, he immediately shouted to Meng Chaojun: "They're here, hurry out. It's still a bit of a drive to the nursing home, don't come in and delay."
Jiang Xiao and Meng Xinian were about to get out of the car when Meng Chaojun came out with big strides, opened the car door, and got in.
"Dad?"
Jiang Xiao paused for a moment.
They were home, and she was thinking of going in to greet Old Meng.
Besides, Meng Xinian hadn't met Old Meng yet.
Yesterday, when they were at the hospital, he was asleep.
"Let's go."
