"Xibao!" Feng Qingxue was both surprised and delighted, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest, overwhelmed with joy.
"Big brother!" The children exclaimed in unison, cheering as they rushed over to him, surrounding him. Lu Erxiong hugged his waist tightly, mercilessly abandoning Lu Jiang.
Lu Jiang's face was already dark, now even darker.
Xibao's arms were held tightly by Dundun and Zhuangzhuang, making it hard for him to move. He could only smile gently at Fubao, who didn't catch up, his gaze soft, seemingly comforting.
Then he looked up at Feng Qingxue, "Mom, are you happy to see me?"
"Happy, I'm so happy I could burst!" Feng Qingxue handed her luggage to the guard, quickly walking to her eldest son. As time passed, though this child still looked much like Lu Jiang, his features were somewhat softer than Lu Jiang's. The father was handsome and strong, while the son was beautiful and refined.
