Xiao Meng, who heard these words, indeed felt that the man in front of her was somewhat strange.
Although having a unique personality isn't something worth mentioning, Xiao Meng always thought being unique and being "strange" are different.
"I once saw your son at the airport in this photo, he was wearing the same clothes that day. The kid had a striking flower on his forehead, right?"
Xiao Meng said.
Xiao Anhe raised his eyebrows and nodded,
"Correct."
"That flower...it was truly beautiful, unforgettable."
Xiao Meng said these words with a tinge of sentimentality, a hint of loneliness showed in her eyes.
"The form is filled out, it's about time, I should check on my husband."
Su Xiaomeng handed the form to Xiao Anhe, then went straight upstairs, taking a nearby escalator.
Xiao Anhe glanced at the photo placed at the corner of the table, his son's hurried figure seeming to escape something...
Perhaps escaping him, perhaps just running from an obsession.
Little Yan...
