After kneeling for two hours, Zhu Hao's legs felt as though they were filled with lead. As he tried to stand up by leaning on the seat, his legs gave out, and he knelt down again, right in front of Wang Hao.
"My dear grandson, it's not even Chinese New Year yet, and you're presenting such a grand gesture. Unfortunately, I don't have any red envelopes to give you!"
Wang Hao stretched his mouth into a grin, took Ye Ning's hand, and walked away towards the outside of the airport.
Breathing in the fresh air outside, Wang Hao smacked his lips and praised, "There's nothing like the air back home!"
Ye Ning, like a bird freed from its cage, hopped and skipped with excitement.
Zhu Hao cast a resentful look at the retreating figures of Wang Hao and Ye Ning. His tiny pupils darting around hectically, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
