Zhang Chao's heart, as hard as stone, slowly softened, and his eyes gradually reddened with silent tears flowing.
The hands that were somewhat awkwardly held behind his back also gradually placed themselves on the woman's shoulders.
"Brother, welcome home!"
"Dad, Mom, and I have been waiting for over twenty years, and finally, we have you back home!"
Wang Fei watched as his mother and his long-lost older brother cried and held each other tightly.
He was also moved, and his eyes turned slightly red.
Wang Minglong appeared to be calm, with an expression as still as water on his face.
But the joy in his heart was no less than that of his wife, Kang Huijun.
After searching for over twenty years, they had finally found their son.
As a father, how could he not be happy?
Zhang Chao was his first child, his eldest son, so to speak.
Parents always have a special affection for their first child, and Wang Minglong was no exception.
