About ten minutes later, an imposing and gracious elderly lady walked out holding Yaoyao's small hand.
"Yaoyao, don't run anymore, Grandma can't catch up. Who on earth is Miao'er that you keep mentioning, little girl?" The elderly lady said affectionately, watching the child's running figure.
Yaoyao climbed directly into the back seat of the car after opening the door and glanced at the passenger seat; Lin Miao'er was nowhere to be seen. She went silent like a deflated balloon, not speaking anymore.
The elderly lady, perhaps having not seen her son for a long time, cordially asked, "Motin, what brings you here?"
"Bringing Yaoyao home."
"Isn't this place also your home? Since you're back, come in for a visit, that person is here too."