It was a sunny day.
In the alleyway surrounded by tiled walls, many old people came out for a walk with teacups.
Their laughter did not ease Lin Jiao's nervousness. Instead, it made it worse.
She held Pei Zhi's arm and followed him into the house calmly, but she was actually panicking.
"Dad, we're back." Pei Zhi placed the gifts she had bought in advance on the tea table.
Pei Zhen looked up when he heard the voice.
He was about to speak when he was interrupted by a gentle voice.
Lin Jiao blurted out, "Dad."
This form of address frightened Pei Zhen.
Suspecting he'd heard wrong, he tilted his head to the side and put his ear forward. "What did you call me?"
Lin Jiao raised her voice and said again.
Seeing that he was silent for a long time, she secretly tugged at Pei Zhi's sleeve. "What happened to him? Was I too loud?"
"No." Pei Zhi whispered into her ear, "He's probably just stunned."
