As the train continually announced its arrival, it slowly pulled into the station and came to a stable stop.
Stepping into Beijing once again and about to see her father, Zhou Jiao couldn't help but smile. Especially when she saw the upright figure standing on the platform, she let out a cheerful laugh that echoed through the carriage.
"Mom, there's Grandpa, Grandpa..." Ping'an saw several people outside the window wearing military uniforms and quickly spotted Zhou Xiaozheng, patting the window, shouting loudly.
"Little ancestor, don't knock. Jiao Jiao, watch your son." Seeing this, Zhang Guoqing quickly stopped him in fright. If he got excited, it wouldn't just be glass; even steel wouldn't withstand his son's pats.
Zhou Jiao waved vigorously at Zhou Xiaozheng, and when she saw that he had noticed, she glanced at the luggage around, "Brother, we have to wait for the cart. Let's get off first."
