When Qin Yafu and Leng Muchen arrived in Italy, it was already evening. "How about that?" How are you doing?" Leng Muchen saw that her face was somewhat pale. She hardly shut her eyes for ten hours.

Qin Yaying laughed and said, "I'm fine."

"Mom." Qin Yafeng heard her daughter's familiar voice. She looked around and saw a small pink figure running towards her.

"Nian Nian". Qin Yafu embraced her daughter, but she did not see her for a while. Her daughter seemed to be much taller. "Nian Nian, do you miss your mother?"

Nian nodded forcefully, "Yes."

Leng Muchen picked up his daughter and said, "Okay, read, mother is...