Taotao sat down, sizing up the car and surreptitiously wiping the sweat from her palms, feeling inexplicably nervous.
At this moment, she only knew that her mother might marry this uncle, and she was scared. Everyone imagines their father as tall and heroic, with hands that are especially warm and broad, but she felt that this man wasn't her father and was afraid to get close to him, ending up nervous enough to sweat.
After settling mother and daughter, Jiang Yanting took the opportunity to put gifts in the trunk to call home. This situation couldn't be explained in just a sentence or two, so he only mentioned adding an extra pair of chopsticks.
...
The flow of traffic mingled with the darkening sky and the piercing cold wind lit the city lights gradually. Inside the car, there seemed to be a sweet scent incessantly drilling into Jiang Yanting's heart.
He felt completely filled up.
