After handing Tang Song over to Song's mother, the two of them went to the airport.
Song Yi sat on the suitcase, cradling a milk tea in her hands, while the man pushed the suitcase, his steps steady and confident.
The two of them were only carrying one suitcase, which was mostly filled with Song Yi's stuff.
As Song Yi put it, why should the man need to look so good? Just bring a few things that fit.
She reached out and grabbed Tang Si's wrist that was holding the suitcase: "Brother, I want some candy."
Tang Si looked down, giving her a glance, her tender face full of a sweet smile.
He chuckled lightly, pushing the suitcase, his voice lazy: "Why don't you just eat yourself? I think you're pretty sweet."
She tightened her grip on his wrist: "I want real candy."
The man's wrist was strong and firm, just touching it felt full of strength and security.
Tang Si suddenly stopped, looked down at her, somewhat amused, and asked, "Why don't you call me dad then?"
