บท 881: 883, the door of home is always open for you (first update)

Lin Hong watched Situ Ya in silence, his eyes brimming with myriad emotions, a thick paternal love and helplessness nearly impossible to conceal.

Situ Ya, looking at the couple, suddenly didn't know how to refuse and found herself nodding as if compelled by some Ghost Envoy.

The couple was overjoyed and in tears, at a loss about what to say next.

"Come on, Ya Ya, your dad and I will take you back right now."

Situ Ya took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to the couple, "First, wipe away your tears." Under the current circumstances, Situ Ya also didn't know what to call the couple in front of her…

Call them uncle and auntie? That didn't seem quite right.

Call them mom and dad? That felt a bit awkward, as if in doing so she'd be betraying her own mother.

Lin Lan took the tissue, wiping the tears from her face, their gaze constantly on Situ Ya, making her feel rather uncomfortable.

"Shall I drive?" Situ Ya looked at the couple.