If you ask when a man is most satisfied, Jiang Yan feels it's right at this moment.
His wife is waiting for him at home with a smile, together with the kids.
At this time, a husband can't help but feel extremely proud.
The couple exchanged tender glances, one upstairs and one downstairs. Little Xixi, held in Mom's arms, felt as though Mom had turned into a wooden figure, pouted, and squirmed in her embrace. Manman quickly hugged her son tighter, feeling a pang of guilt for neglecting him and gently chided Little Xixi, "Xixi, Daddy is back."
Mom didn't need to say anything, but once she did, Little Xixi's forehead was full of metaphorical dark lines: Mom, Dad, forgetting about your kids when you see each other—I and my sister have known that since we were born.
Jiang Yan dashed upstairs in a few steps, entered the door, and took off his military hat, shouting, "I'm back."
