At the entrance to the Patrol Bureau's family residences, Nian Fuli and his wife waited at the mouth of the alley with their two little ones. Other neighbors from the residential area craned their necks to watch from a distance, their eyes filled with curiosity and envy.
Nian Fuli's family had just gotten a call from Chen Chuan, who told them he had left the Processing Bureau. If he was fast, he would be there in under ten minutes.
They had only been waiting for a short while after coming outside when they saw a vehicle turn onto their road.
His cousin, Nian Lu, hopped in place. "Cousin is back!" Then she felt Yu Wan squeeze her hand.
After turning onto the street, the vehicle immediately slowed down and came to a steady stop in front of them. A door opened, and a service member got out, briskly walking over to open the back-seat door.
Chen Chuan stepped out of the car. He took off his hat and walked toward Nian Fuli and Yu Wan with a smile. "Uncle, Auntie."
"Yes!"
