Hostility in Airport

A sophisticated, genteel lady walked out from the VIP passage, her eyes were full of tender affection as they landed on Leng Yuanjin, who had come to pick her up. Leng Yuanjin stepped forward to welcome her, "Auntie." The lady's expressions were soft and gentle, "I told you not to come in such cold weather, you didn't listen. Wouldn't it have been fine if you sent Aoli instead?" Her tone was one of mild reproach, however, it was clear that she was pleased and comforted. "As I should," Leng Yuanjin bent down and hugged the lady lightly in a gesture of Western customs, "Welcome home." As Leng Yuanjin was bending down to hug his aunt, his gaze flickered up and the familiar half-backlit face of a girl caught him off guard from a short distance. Why it was only half her face was because the man holding the girl was embracing her too tightly and powerfully, burying half her face in his arms. People around frequently shot them sideways glances, undoubtedly perceiving them as an affectionate y