"Auntie Xiaogu, Uncle Ahda." The two little guys greeted the two adults sweetly.

Xiao Gu and Ah Da knelt down to greet the two little guys: "Young Master and Young Miss, I'm glad to see you."

"My name is Xiaoyang, and my sister's name is Xiaoyue. We don't call them young master and young lady." The two children didn't understand what it meant, so they announced their names again.

"You two are our young master and young lady." Xiao Gu couldn't help but reach out and touch them. Just looking at these two faces that looked like their masters made him feel happy.

Qiu Lingyang said: "Xiao Gu, Ah Da, you don't want to be called young master or young lady, just call them Xiaoyang and Xiaoyue."

"Xiaoyang, Xiaoyue, nice to meet you." Xiaogu stretched out his hand to shake hands with the two little guys and formally met them.

The two little guys stretched out their little hands: "We are also happy to meet you."

"Mommy, this is Aunt Xiaowen." Xiao Yue'er pulled Wen Xiaowen forward again. After just a while, the relationship between the three of them seemed to be very good.

Qiu Lingyang touched the child's head again: "Well, now there are so many more people who love Xiaoyang and Xiaoyue, are you happy?"

"Shang Xing." The two little guys chuckled.

Of course they were happy to meet so many people at once, all of whom were good people.

"I'm also happy to meet Xiaoyang and Xiaoyue." Wen Xiaowen imitated their childish voices.

She soon became quarrelsome with her two children, and even after so many years, she still seemed unable to change their temper.

Because the children joined in, the tense atmosphere eased a little, and a slight smile could be seen on the faces of the adults.

After packing for a while, they accompanied Qiu Lingyang and her son home. After packing the necessary things, they went straight to the airport and returned to City A.

On their way back to City A, Wei Zong, who was in City A, received a message from a stranger.

The content of the news is: Three years ago, Qiu Lingyang and her two children did not die. Shang Xufeng's whereabouts are now unknown, and the three of them, mother and son, are rushing back to City A.

These two short sentences instantly exploded Wei Zongze's dead heart, and he tightened his fingers on the phone again and again.

I thought silently in my heart: "Xiaoyang, Xiaoyang..."

After a while, the turbulence in his heart quietly calmed down, and he slowly looked up at the mother and son playing with a ball on the front lawn.

"Yi Chu, mommy threw the ball out, can you go and pick it up again?" After saying that, Xiaoling threw the ball in her hand a few steps away.

When Yi Chu saw the ball running away, he hurriedly ran to pick it up, but because he was unsteady in walking, he fell down after just two steps.

The fall on the lawn didn't hurt, so he jumped up and rolled around for a while before he could hold the ball in his arms.

The little boy picked up the ball and gave his mother a sweet smile: "Mom."

Xiao Ling ran over and held the little boy and the ball in his arms, and the mother and son rolled and played happily on the lawn.

Wei Zong looked at them quietly. Their smiles were so pure and their laughter so sweet. When you looked at them, you would feel that the world was clean and transparent.

How wonderful it would be if this woman was really his Xiaoyang, how wonderful it would be if this little boy was his and Xiaoyang's son...
Chapter completed!