Seeing that the person he waited all day for finally appeared, Lu Chen's long-standing gloom gradually cleared.
Su Jia reached out to help him wipe the cake crumbs from the corner of his lips, her eyes brimming with joy.
Looking at her son's excited expression, she didn't need to think twice to know that he had almost certainly already won over the elders with his own abilities.
Lu Chen, this child, really never gave her any reason to worry when he did things.
After this day, who knows to what extent his grandparents like him now.
"Jiajia." Behind her, a slightly weary female voice sounded.
Mother Lu couldn't wait to see her. Now that she heard her voice, she couldn't hold back any longer.
The moment she heard it, she excitedly walked out of the kitchen.
Upon seeing Su Jia's slender figure, her eyes involuntarily revealed her affection for her.
Her eyes, which had finally stopped crying, gradually became wet with tears again, carrying heartbreak, carrying pain.
