Pei Yuanchen hadn't had a chance to close the car door when a warm and soft body suddenly collided into his arms.
"Uncle Xiaobao, you're finally back! I haven't seen you for such a long, long, looong time!" Ziyi looked up at him, her smile radiant.
Pei Yuanchen stared at her.
After two months without seeing her, he thought the young lady's enthusiasm for him might have waned a bit.
Now it seemed, he had overthought it.
He wasn't even sure if he should be disappointed.
Pei Yuanchen grasped her wrist and pushed away.
He Ziyi persistently spread her arms and hugged his waist, "Uncle Xiaobao, is your dad's illness better? You're not leaving this time, right?"
"Let go and I'll tell you." Pei Yuanchen replied calmly.
Ziyi looked at him eagerly.
"If you don't let go, I'll go back tomorrow." Pei Yuanchen now knew very well where her weak spot was.
Sure enough, Ziyi was taken aback, and suddenly retracted her arms.
Pei Yuanchen strode into the house.
