Once again, she found herself being picked up by a child.
...
At noon, lunch was prepared, and Mrs. Li anxiously scanned the surroundings from the door.
Where had that stubborn old man taken Fubao? Why hadn't they returned yet!
Just as she was about to step out to search for them, she spotted Old man Li and the children making their way back from the end of the path.
Relieved to see Fubao and Li Xiaolei, Mrs. Li was about to call out when she froze at the sight of the little boy holding Fubao's hand.
Wasn't he the same boy who had given flowers to her granddaughter before?
Why was he holding Fubao's hand now?
Old man Li led the three children back and gestured towards Huo Zirui, "Old lady, do you recognize this child?"
"Who?" Mrs. Li's tone turned defensive, as if Huo Zirui was a threat who might take Fubao away.
"Don't you remember? This is the child from the Huo family who visited our house a few years ago!"
The Huo family's child?
Isn't that--