She couldn't hold back any longer, like a joyful little bird, let out a light cry and hurriedly ran forward.
Completely ignoring the reminder look from her agent, Sister Qing, who was trying to maintain her image.
Seeing Lu Xiaoying coming excitedly, a gentle smile slowly appeared on Lu Xuan's usually serene face.
Lu Xiaoying darted forward in excitement but did not recklessly charge forward like when she was a child.
She tried her best to restrain the wild joy in her heart, her movements becoming unusually gentle, and reached out with both hands.
Carefully holding Lu Xuan's right arm, as if cradling an invaluable treasure.
"Grandpa, was it tiring to fly?"
Lu Xiaoying's voice was filled with concern, supporting Lu Xuan's arm, as she carefully reminded, "Let me support you, Xiaoying. The ground is slippery, walk slowly..."
She looked up at her grandpa's face, full of the ravages of time, yet still vibrant.
