Early the next morning, Zhou Jiao paid special attention to her three sons. Seeing them full of energy after a night's rest, her worries subsided.
Which brat doesn't have a day with a little tantrum?
When Zhao Yuanyuan and Zhang Yuntao came over with their children, the pig at Zhang Qingfeng's house was being stabbed, screaming terribly.
Coupled with Zhao Yuanyuan yelling like a broken record, "Jiao Jiao, I'm here, Jiao Jiao, I'm here...", the scene was particularly amusing.
Reuniting with old friends, Zhou Jiao couldn't help but rush over to greet them.
"Well, it's just you two who are close, huh, have you forgotten about me?"
A plaintive voice sounded, and Zhou Jiao, tightly hugged by Zhao Yuanyuan, followed the voice and saw several familiar figures—Hu Xiaohui and Li Qinglin had also arrived.
Zhou Jiao's heart bloomed with joy as she looked at her and smiled, "When did you come back? Last weekend I heard at the office that you were on a business trip."
