Wang Peng stared at the note for a long time, then gave a bitter smile.

"Honey, is something wrong?" Li Mingzhu said. "Go ahead and take care of it. I can manage on my own."

"Oh." Wang Peng put the note in his pocket and said, "I'm going to the coffee shop across the street; their owner wants to talk to me for a bit."

As he spoke, he prepared to cross the road.

Suddenly, I heard my wife's voice in my ear, "Honey, I'm waiting for you to come back. I can't manage everything by myself."

Wang Peng was taken aback. So his wife knew who he was going to see. That made sense; how could Meng Jiao possibly let this opportunity pass by?

He turned to look at his wife and smiled slightly, "I'll be right back. We'll make dumplings tonight."

"Yes." Li Mingzhu nodded emphatically, her voice trembling slightly.

Wang Peng carefully crossed the road, arrived at the coffee shop, and went to room 302, which was written on the note.

"Daddy, hug me!" Wang Buhui stretched out her little hands and ran towards them.

"Baby." Wang Peng picked her up and said with a smile, "My dear girl, did you miss your dad?"

"Yes!" Wang Buhui hugged her father's head and kissed his face hard.

The father and daughters interacted intimately, with Li Longfei, Xu Rong, and Li Mengjiao all smiling.

"Uncle, Aunt, it's been a long time," Wang Peng said.

"It hasn't been too long, less than three years," Li Longfei said with a smile, patting his shoulder.

Xu Rong stretched out her arm, "No regrets, when you go out to play with Grandma, Mom and Dad need to whisper to each other."

"No." Wang Buhui hugged her father's head tightly.

Li Mengjiao said, "Dad, Mom, you two go out first. Let's have a chat as a family."