Ping'an flipped through the book, his eyes occasionally glancing at the clock. As soon as the hour, minute, and second hand all gathered at twelve, he immediately stood up, arranged his books neatly, and set off towards the living room.
Seeing this, Lin Lishan persuaded, "Wait inside. They won't be back so soon."
Ping'an heard her steps, turned his head and smiled, "My mom and dad said they'd be back by half-past twelve, and they never lie to me."
"It's not time yet, you know." Lin Lishan got up and followed behind him.
Ping'an was displeased. Don't think he's small; he knows that whenever his parents promise something, they're always early, right? He wanted to go to the door to meet them.
Sure enough, before Ping'an even reached the gate, Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao came in one after the other. Upon seeing their son, they quickly stepped forward and picked him up.
Ping'an proudly lifted his chin and smiled at his grandmother.
