After hearing Gong Lie and Chu Yajie's story, everyone was deeply moved, not only by their patriotic sacrifice but also by their steadfast love.
Zhan Juncheng leaned on his crutches and sighed softly, "Gong Lie and Yajie are Zhelan's true children. Having Xiao Tuo in our family is destiny and also our duty. Moxiao, you must raise Xiao Tuo well."
Zhan Moxiao nodded, "I understand, grandfather."
Jing Nianhui felt deeply affected too. Even though she knew this grandson wasn't their biological child, she was willing to give him even more love because she was immensely grateful to Gong Lie for saving her son's life.
Zhan Anqi also expressed her feelings, "From now on, I'll multiply my love for Xiao Tuo, even if I'm not his biological aunt, I am his emotional aunt."
Looking at her sister with tear-reddened eyes, Zhan Moxiao lovingly patted her head, "Anqi, you truly have grown up."
