A nine-year-old child naturally has his own little plans.
All that time, Dad never visited him once. He thought his father didn't like him, but he didn't realize that he was always loved.
Not only that, but he prepared so much for his arrival.
Lu Chen was almost so happy he forgot that he should stand on the same front as his mom, his small hand tightly holding the man's big hand, joyfully exploring every corner.
Sometimes he got so excited that he spilled out a whole bunch of English, trying to prove his excitement.
Su Jia stood at the doorway, watching the large and small figures inside, her eyes carrying a gentle smile.
Although she was a bit displeased that her son changed sides so quickly, she was pleased to see the father and son getting along well.
Perhaps due to their blood connection, even their walking postures were remarkably similar, just different in size.
Moreover, while Lu Chen was bouncing around, Lu Yanhe's steps were stiff, walking heavily and cautiously.
