“Mom, hug me!”

At the exit of the train station, Ning Chu was being bombarded with questions by Xin Zhi, who clung to her arm.

Meanwhile, her daughter tugged at her hem twice. Looking down, Ning Chu saw her daughter gazing up at her with wide, watery eyes full of longing.

“How is it that someone your age still wants to be carried all the time?”

Resigned, Ning Chu picked her up and held her in her arms, then turned to Xin Zhi and complained, “Why isn’t Wang Jie here yet? Can you call him and ask if he’s close?”