Meng Yunhan looked at Old Dad Zhao, "Who is this Xiaowei?" How come she didn't know this person?
Old Dad Zhao knew that his daughter had always been busy with the factory's affairs and hadn't paid attention to the people who had moved into the neighborhood.
"In the past six months, a father and son moved in. I heard that Xiaowei's mother abandoned the two of them and ran off, so they came to the city to look for people."
"Brother Xiaowei, please come in. This is my mom, isn't she beautiful?"
Meng Yunhan only saw a skinny boy, his face and ears chapped with frostbite, wearing a big cotton jacket, about eight years old.
"Hello, Auntie, hello Grandpa," Xiaowei said with a bit of restraint.
Meng Yunhan looked at Little Huzi, "You make sure to treat your Brother Xiaowei well."
"Brother Xiaowei, let's go watch TV." Little Huzi took Xiaowei's hand and headed to the main room.