However, Xiao Mo's mother was tactful and didn't bring up anything about his private life. She only expressed concern about his work and personal life in C City.
Xiao Mo knew his mother was understanding, so he was willing to talk to her a bit more.
On the morning of departure, the white mist hung thick.
Xiao Mo, holding onto the handle of his rolling suitcase, was personally escorted to the airport by his mother.
"Next time you come back, don't argue with your dad. He means well, he's just anxious," Xiao Mo's mother said with a smile. "You don't know, sometimes he loves holding other people's little grandchildren, as if he can't get enough of them, always buying them things and spending quite a bit of money."
Xiao Mo understood that his father didn't mean anything by it. When people grow older, they develop these kinds of sentiments.
