Nianhe was wearing plenty of clothes, but there's a kind of cold that makes your dad worry you're cold.
Before she could respond, Mr. Lin stuffed another larger bag through the car window.
"Forgot to bring warm clothes, right? Put it on." Mr. Lin looked at Nianhe, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Half a year had passed, and Comrade Old Lin's white hair had increased somewhat.
Nianhe replied and opened the bag, pulling out a thick coat and putting it on.
"Dad, is Mom still busy?" Nianhe asked, "My brother didn't get hurt this time, did he?"
"Your mother had a meeting today," Mr. Lin reached out and rubbed her head, "Your brother is doing quite well."
"That's good." The train started to shake, and Nianhe waved at him, "Dad, you should head back, don't catch a cold."
Beijing was already covered in a layer of white, Mr. Lin smiled and nodded at her, waving his hand to signal her to close the window.
"Remember to call when you get home!"
"Okay!"
