"Sigh, old lady, let go of your hand and let me take a look at our daughter. Has she become thinner or fatter in this time?" Ye Lao Han watched the mother and daughter embracing tightly, feeling a sense of urgency burning within him.
Unable to wait any longer, Ye Lao Han tugged at Mrs. He, wanting her to make some room for him too.
"Oh, what's the hurry, old man? The child has returned; what could possibly stop you from seeing her?" Mrs. He complained, yet her body still loosened its hold on Ye Jiu as she yielded to Ye Lao Han's pull.
That dead old man might have too many faults normally, but no one understood him better than Mrs. He. During the time Little Jiujiu was gone, the worries in the old man's heart were no less than hers.
At night, his restless tossing and turning in bed was clearer to no one else but Mrs. He.
"Wife, this this this..." Ye Lao Han had intended to embrace Mrs. He after pulling her away, but now he also wanted to get closer himself.
