Newly Married and Widowed, I Took My Stepson Back to the City

"Dad!" The voice of a five-year-old boy echoed across the entire fourth floor. I froze on the spot, my hand still holding the luggage handle empty. The little guy who was saying "Aunt Yueyue, I want to eat pizza" five minutes ago rushed out like a little cannonball. He rushed to a man, hugged his legs, and raised his face. "Dad!" The surroundings became quiet. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.