One week later, Qin Huan finished the script and handed it to Yu Zimu, who passed it on to the animation department.
Huo Jinnan packed things for the trip, while Qin Huan watched the children nearby.
The old man looked at Huo Jinnan, "Anan, the children are still young, taking them out—"
Huo Jinnan looked at the old man, "Children aren't porcelain dolls that break at a drop. A bit of experience isn't bad."
Although still worried, the old man said, "It's winter now; it's really cold outside."
Huo Jinnan remained silent, but Ye Bai, standing off to the side, chimed in, "Children aren't afraid of the cold like adults; they're quite resilient."
With Ye Bai's assurance, the old man, though reluctant, stopped voicing his concerns.
After all, they're not his children; he doesn't get the final say! Truthfully, he was just feeling a bit resentful since he hadn't seen them for days.
He just needed to vent!
Qin Huan looked at the old man, "Xiaoliao, call grandpa."
Xiaoliao, "˜*…%"
