Vermilion Bird Street.
"Is that... Ah Ning!!" Amidst the crowd.
Jiang Li immediately spotted Jiang Ning, who stood taller than those around him, like a crane among chickens.
"Where? Where?" Little Dumpling stood on the platform, instantly tiptoeing and craning her neck.
But her small frame was still obscured by the surging crowd ahead.
Seeing this.
Jiang Li raised his hand, picked up Little Dumpling, and placed her on his shoulder.
In an instant.
Little Dumpling felt her view broaden, able to see above everyone's heads.
"Uncle!" She shouted with joy from afar, waving her small hands fervently.
The silver bell on her wrist chiming crisply.
As her voice resounded.
Jiang Ning turned his head at once, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Master! What do you see?" Su Qingying noticed the smile on Jiang Ning's face, filled with curiosity.
"My family is here!" Jiang Ning smiled.
