Qiao Mu had seen her mother standing at the main entrance with a glance. There were some fine wrinkles on her forehead and at the corners of her eyes now.
All at once, the thoughts of yearning in the depths of Qiao Mu's heart overflowed, and she strode towards her mother's direction. She walked faster and faster, breaking into a gallop in the end.
Wei Ziqin also hastily descended the steps. She flung away a maidservant's proffered hand to support her, and she opened up her arms as she ran towards her daughter.
"Mom!" Qiao Mu pounced over and got wrapped up in Wei Ziqin's embrace immediately.
