At dusk, Wen Han brought Wen Shaoyuan to Jiang Bei's apartment. Upon seeing Wen Shaoyuan, Su Yimo immediately left Wei Shaoqin's embrace and ran to hug Wen Shaoyuan, looking up with a sweet smile on her face:
"Shaoyuan, I missed you so much. Did you miss Qiqi?"
Now 8 years old, Wen Shaoyuan had grown a lot. He could easily lift Su Yimo. However, he was still worried that he might not be strong enough and could drop her, so he just spun her in a circle and then carefully placed her back on the ground, gently arranging her messy hair, his eyes full of adoration:
"Yes."
"Did you bring me a gift?"
"Yes."
"Is it something I like?"
"Of course."
"I want to see it."
"Okay."
Watching the two children walk hand in hand towards the next room, Wei Shaoqin felt deeply hurt. Ever since Wen Shaoyuan had appeared, his little princess seemed not to even glance at him, even though he had skipped work to play with her all day. And what good did that do? What good did that do!
