"Fei-Fei, I have heard that it's your seventeenth birthday. I had come all the way from Hai Zhou to celebrate with you." The middle-aged man spoke scholarly like a university professor.
He smiled to his daughter apologetically and then gave his wife a warm smile. "I am the father, of course, I need to be here for her birthday."
Auntie Xu's face softened a little and then said wistfully: "Do you still remember us?"
The middle-aged man rushed to her and embraced her firmly as he whispered some placatory words into her ear. Auntie Xu struggled to break free, but she didn't try very hard. She then rested her head on the man's shoulder and started sobbing quietly.
Tears gleamed in Xu Rongfei's eyes, and she threw herself into the arms of the man and started crying as well.
"He is Fei-Fei's father? I thought she only lived with her mom."
