She paused—right, during his trip back to China, he had acquired numerous large enterprises, and this amusement park, a subsidiary of a major entertainment management company in Yunling City, should also have been a walk in the park for him.
Seeing that he had already shouldered Little Meatball and was walking through the crowd that made way for them, she could only follow.
The amusement park was quite empty at night.
The night breeze was gentle, neither too cold nor too dry, and very comfortable.
Amidst the cartoon music of the amusement park rides, it was as if one had stepped into a fairy tale kingdom. Zaizai had never played so openly before; he climbed on each ride, his little face turning a rosy red as he played and frolicked with the other children nearby.
Jiayi could tell that he was thoughtful. He did not completely restrict entry to people; instead, he allowed a number of visitors to enter the park. This made it more lively and prevented Zaizai from feeling too lonely.
