In the twilight hours.
"Mom! I'm back!"
"Xiao Lang's back!"
When Yang Hui walked out of the courtyard full of excitement, she immediately froze...
...
"Haitang, Weiwei, come on, have some strawberries. You must be tired after sitting in the car for so long."
"Xiao Yu, this is a stir-fried rice cake made by Auntie herself, try it."
"Thank you, Auntie."
"Thank what? Treat this like your own home. Oh my! How can this little face be so cute? I felt a kinship the moment I saw it! Come, sit next to Auntie."
Meng Lang sat on the sofa, eyeing the enthusiastic Yang Hui with suspicion.
"Mom, didn't you say you weren't feeling well recently? I haven't noticed it at all."
"Cough! Just a small cold, you're making a fuss. I already said you didn't need to come back to see me."
Meng Lang: "..."
A small cold?
"The way you sounded on the phone, anyone would think you couldn't even get out of bed!" he muttered under his breath.
