Wen Wanzi opened her mouth, her expression blank, and it took a while before she came back to her senses.
"Why are you back?"
Bao Yancheng smiled as he walked over to Mumu and held his small hand.
"Well, things over there are wrapped up, so I applied for a flight route back."
He gently kneaded Mumu's little arm, his expression so tender it seemed it could drip water.
However, he didn't mention his injuries or the harrowing moment when the plane almost ran out of fuel mid-journey in a rush to make time.
Compared to seeing Bao Lin and Wen Wanzi in front of him, those were trivial matters.
Wen Wanzi instinctively stepped back half a step, giving the father and son some space.
She rarely saw Mumu so happy.
Taking advantage of Yancheng's interaction with the child, Wen Wanzi quietly observed him.
She felt that after his trip to South America, he had changed somehow…