The tough guy pulled the boy, Xiao Shan, into an embrace, holding his head. Xiao Shan struggled at first, but the man's firm hand kept him still. He slowly stopped fighting, wrapped his arms around the man's waist, and began to sob.
The sight made An Ning's nose tingle, on the verge of tears.
'If I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have any family with me at all.'
'I have teachers and classmates, but no family.'
An Ning's gaze shifted to An Guoming, who was pretending something was in his eye as he wiped its corner.
The moment he noticed An Ning looking, he subconsciously straightened his back, acting as if nothing was wrong.
Amused, An Ning almost laughed. But the sound of sniffling from another direction made her turn her head.
"Yu the Elder?"
"Ah? It's just so moving. When you get to my age, you can't handle scenes like this."
Yu the Elder made no effort to hide his tears. He held a dark blue handkerchief and dabbed at his eyes with great earnestness.
