"Put it in the car first," Jing Jihan said, and then heard Mianmian's approaching noises from afar.
"Daddy, Mommy!" The voice arrived before the person; Mianmian was still by the flower bushes at the front of the yard, but her sweet voice had already traveled over. In just a few seconds, Jing Mianmian, in a light green, airy dress, was skipping over: "Daddy! Mommy!"
Shi Su was still squatting in front of the cage and turned back to see the little girl leaping over.
Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing were also at the back, both smiling with their walking sticks, walking out. It was clear that the two elderly were getting along well recently and hadn't argued.
Shi Su had already opened her arms to hug Mianmian, but Mianmian rushed forward, grabbing Shi Su's arm with one hand, and reaching out with the other to grab Jing Jihan's hand.
Under Shi Su and Jing Jihan's silent, observant gazes, Mianmian had already pulled both her parents closer together with gentle force.
