"He's not kind. When he comes to City C, he won't stay at our house. Where can he stay?"
Yan Zhan didn't say anything, and Mr. Yan didn't need him to talk.
He paced back and forth in the lounge.
No, I have to pick it up.
"Azhan, you come with me. Our Yan family is so sincere in treating our in-laws!"
He went to the airport with great fanfare, not believing that Yan Lang could sneak away without him.
Yan Zhan saw the old man's thoughts and twitched his forehead: "Okay."
Mr. Yan and Yan Zhan were about to leave the hospital, so he went over to talk to Yan Siyu.
Yan Zhan was waiting outside the door.
"Grandpa is going out with your third uncle. You are now recovering well in the hospital. Don't be afraid."
After Mr. Yan finished speaking, he looked at Gu Zimo again: "Zimo, are you busy now? If nothing happens, just stay with Siyu in the hospital for a while. This child is frightened and prone to nightmares."
Naturally, Gu Zimo would not refuse: "Grandpa Yan, if you have something to do, go and do your work. I will be here to accompany Siyu."
"Okay, I feel relieved to have you here." Mr. Yan patted Gu Zimo and went out.
He also closed the door smoothly, not afraid that Gu Zimo and Yan Siyu would do anything extraordinary.
He still believed in Gu Zimo's character and also believed in Siyu.
At City C Airport, a low-key Cayenne was parked at the entrance of the airport.
Yan Zhan stood with the old man in the airport reception hall. When the radio announced the arrival of the plane from Imperial City to City C, the old man was eager to try and stared at the exit. Everyone who came out of there could not escape his glance.
Professor Yan, who had just gotten off the plane, felt a chill on his back and sneezed: "Is someone scolding me?"
The weather in City C is a little warmer than that in Didu.
It's definitely not a cold.
When he arrived at the reception area, as soon as he saw his box coming out on the conveyor belt, a hand reached out.
Professor Yan was shocked, are the people in City C so wild? Are their luggage being robbed?
As soon as he turned his head, he was faced with the face of his youngest son who deserved a beating.
"My youngest, what's wrong with you? Why are you following me?"
Yan Rushan: "Dad, I'm on the same plane as you, and I'm sitting diagonally behind you, and you haven't seen me yet?"
He thinks he is the oldest, but his father may be blind.
"I slept with my hat on when I got on the plane. Where can I see you?"
Fine.
Yan Rushan did not argue with him: "Then where are you going to stay later? Do you want me to book a hotel now?"
He asked while dragging his and Professor Yan's luggage out.
"Let's book a hotel. Our family has an apartment in City C, but we haven't been back for so long and it's difficult to take care of it. It's better to book a hotel for comfort."
"Okay, let's order..."
Before Yan Rushan could finish speaking, he was interrupted.
"Which hotel should I book? Are my parents looking down on me, Yan Zhentian?"
"Why Yan Zhentian, why should I still be Yan Batian?" Professor Yan said casually without seeing anyone.
Then when he looked up, he saw a face that he had hated for more than ten years.
Compared to him, the youngest's face looks much cuter.
"Why are you here?" Professor Yan quickly fell down and acted out what it means to fall out of favor faster than turning over a book.
"When my in-laws come to City C, I naturally have to entertain them personally."
Mr. Yan is shameless, no one can compare to him.
He didn't care about Professor Yan's cold face and pulled the person along with a smile.
He had been a soldier and had strong hands. Professor Yan couldn't get out of his hands.
"Put your hands away first!" Professor Yan shook it off, "What's the appropriate behavior for tugging in public?"