Whenever he thought about how his son had lived in this place for ten years, Lu Yanhe felt an indescribable mix of emotions.
Lu Yanhe curled his lips, giving a self-deprecating smile.
In front of Su Jia, he felt increasingly lacking in dignity.
"Ding dong..."
The moment the doorbell rang, he felt his heartbeat and breath almost come to a halt.
With a "click," the door opened, and little Lu Chen poked out his incredibly adorable head, looking up at the visitor.
Upon seeing who it was, his eyes lit up, and he quickly ran out to throw himself into his arms, excitedly shouting, "Dad!"
Lu Yanhe embraced his son, his nose tingling with emotion.
In truth, the time they'd been apart was only a few hours, not even a day.
But even that day felt to him like it had lasted for centuries.
Lu Yanhe kissed his son's tender cheek, his gaze growing even softer, "Daddy missed you a lot."
"I missed you too, Dad!" Lu Chen nodded vigorously, as if trying to prove the truth of his words.
