Xia Pengpeng walked forward and supported Lin Ziqing, "Mom, be careful.
The two of them walked to the dining room together, and Aunt Qing hurried to the kitchen to bring out two bowls of soup.
Suddenly, a figure appeared outside, and Xia Pengpeng turned to look out.
Mu Xingye was still in his military uniform, which made him look even more neat and upright, and his demeanor was completely different.
The spoon in Xia Pengpeng's hand fell into the bowl; after so many years, she was still mesmerized by her man.
Mu Xingye walked up and put his arm around Xia Pengpeng's shoulder.
"What? Don't recognize me?"
"A little!" Xia Pengpeng nodded, "You've changed so much."
"Since you recognize your husband, let's get to know each other again!" Mu Xingye directly picked Xia Pengpeng up and headed upstairs.
Xia Pengpeng covered her face; Mu Xingye was always like this, regardless of the occasion.
