Although she had never seen her before, her eyes were filled with deep emotions of incomparable familiarity and heartache.

Jiang Cheng's body was very stiff, and it was only when Shen Zhiyi dragged him into the crowd and ran towards the platform that he finally followed passively.

The bag Zhou Ping was carrying was not heavy. There were not many things in it, just some clothes for changing.

Everything else was bought on the spot when Shen Zhiyi and Jiang Cheng sent her there.

Tell her not to take it with her when she leaves, just throw it away.

Zhou Ping was wearing glasses and had already burst into tears. The nurse next to her was very considerate and supported her, fearing that she would fall again due to being too excited.

Her glasses were fogged up from crying, her lips were pursed but she couldn't say anything, and it felt like there was a ball of cotton stuck in her throat.

Jiang Cheng finally reacted.

He took a step forward, walked forward and hugged Zhou Ping in his arms.

His mother was so thin and short, and he didn't know when his arms had become so strong and powerful.

The corners of Jiang Cheng's narrow eyes finally couldn't help but turn red and hot. A man in his thirties looked unusually embarrassed and helpless. He lowered his head and buried it in his mother's shoulder, and a tear finally fell.

"mom... ..."

His voice was hoarse as if he was rubbing gravel.

Just this one word made Zhou Ping burst into tears.

“Hey!! Hey!”

She nodded vigorously, but her son's body was too broad and strong to hold.

All the sorrow and emotion in my heart can only be transformed into caressing again and again.

"Okay, Chengcheng, don't cry anymore. Mom is back... Let's go home, go home!"