The car sped all the way and soon arrived at the Beijing International Airport T3 Terminal.
As soon as Yan Yueqing reached the B entrance of international arrivals, she immediately spotted that beautiful scene.
Du Mansheng was dressed in a neat off-white trench coat, her long hair slightly curled, exuding a gentle yet capable aura, as she looked down at her phone. Around her were three little girls with different styles, yet equally eye-catching.
Du Xiaoxiao (formerly Song Xiaoxiao) wore cool denim overalls paired with a bright yellow sweatshirt. Her hair had grown quite a bit, allowing it to fall smoothly without the need for a wig. Her delicate face held a natural liveliness and a hint of pride as she animatedly talked to the girl next to her.
