Ye Xingbei reached out to shake his hand and smiled, shaking her head, "You're welcome, it was really just a small effort."
"Oh my God, I'm so happy!" Yao Yaya suddenly jumped into Yao Guanlin's arms, hugging his neck, her body trembling, "Brother, pinch me, am I dreaming? I must be dreaming, right? Otherwise, how could you return to the country? Is there still hope for Dad? I must be dreaming!"
Yao Guanlin really pinched her.
Yao Yaya cried out, "Ow," and slapped him, "Ouch! Why did you really pinch?"
"Didn't you ask me to pinch you?" Yao Guanlin pinched her face again, "You little girl, you think you've grown some skills, don't you? Such a big issue, you handled it on your own. If Mom and I hadn't felt something was wrong and looked into it, were you going to keep it from us?"
"I wanted to tell you, but didn't you and Mom get hurt in a car accident? I was afraid you'd worry about me, so I didn't say anything," Yao Yaya said, "Where's Mom? Did she return to the country too?"
