Junjun's foster parents are indeed well-off, with a two-story western-style house on Huangxing Road, quite imposing.
Ever since arriving in Shanghai, Niu Guiyuan had become very silent, and upon seeing the two-story western-style house, she became even more taciturn as if she had a bellyful of worries.
"Sister Guiyuan, let's go ring the doorbell!" Sisi said and was about to walk over to press the doorbell.
Niu Guiyuan held onto Sisi, "Ah Nan, wait a bit longer."
Niu Guiyuan's current state was off, her complexion pale and her appearance haggard, but her eyes were unusually bright.
Sisi didn't ask further, quietly accompanying Niu Guiyuan, although she didn't understand why Niu Guiyuan wasn't in a hurry to recognize her child.
Not long after, the door across the street opened, and a woman in her forties walked out with a little boy, chubby, with big eyes, a high nose bridge, red plump lips, wearing a naval shirt and shorts, very adorable.