Shen Qingqing turned her head to look back, and a man was walking quickly toward them. He looked to be around sixty years old.
His hair was gray.
The clothes he wore were also very old, faded, and the elbows and cuffs were frayed and curled at the edges.
A short woman was following him, also appearing to be in her fifties or sixties.
As she jogged, a strand of gray hair fell from behind her ear. She was out of breath, her face contorted, looking both pitiful and frightening.
Shen Qingqing instinctively wanted to pick up the little one, but Chen Shaojie got there first.
Jiang Zhixun wrapped his arm around her shoulders, protecting her behind him.
"It's really you!"
Father Shi's face looked excited, with both anger and a hint of unexpected joy.
It was the look at a cash cow.
"Where have you been all these years? Not a word from you, we couldn't find a trace of your whereabouts anywhere!"
When Shi Yu moved once in Beijing, she didn't let the Shi Family know.
