Little Lingling saw her mother crying and hurriedly ran over, her small hands nervously wiping her mother's tears. "Mom, don't cry. When you cry, Lingling wants to cry too." Her small mouth quivered, almost ready to cry.
Luo Chao walked over and comforted her, saying, "Lingling, mom isn't crying, mom is happy about the Taoist temple." Liu Su also quickly held back her tears, "Yes, mom is crying tears of joy."
Yanjing, military compound.
Every house here is styled as a courtyard, quaint and classical. Luo Chao entered one of them and immediately saw Chen Yuquan in the courtyard on a rattan chair drinking tea. His leisurely manner seemed to indicate a very good mood.
"You're here. Come sit." Chen Yuquan raised his eyelids and invited Luo Chao to sit down.
