"Why haven't the uncles arrived yet?"
At the airport, Jack Thompson on tiptoes anxiously stretches his neck, looking through the crowd hoping to spot some familiar figures.
But after scanning the area, not seeing the people he wanted to meet, he couldn't help but mutter quietly.
"No need to rush."
Hank Thompson, holding Charlotte Thompson's hand, glanced at him.
"Of course I'm anxious, I haven't seen Uncle Two and the others for a long time," Hank replied.
However, Grace Thompson nearby, upon hearing Hank's words, mercilessly teased, "You're not missing Uncle Two, you're probably excited about what tasty treats they've brought you, right?"
"Aren't you looking forward to it?" Hank raised an eyebrow at Grace.
Before Grace could respond, a clear voice rang out.
"Ah, I knew it, you guys are definitely here for the snacks."
The children along with Charlotte Thompson looked up, seeing four older brothers who had just alighted from the plane walking towards them.
