They left in a disarray, and Yun Yue finally took her eyes off them.
"What happened?" Xiao Chen followed his gaze, and with just a quick glance, he memorized the license plate number of the car.
"Yueyue." Jiang Qiong walked out from the villa, wearing light makeup and a haute couture cheongsam, which highlighted her dignified elegance.
Yun Yue smiled and nodded, "Aunt Qiong."
Lin Xiang beamed, "No need to stand outside in the heat. Come inside, we have air conditioning."
After walking for a bit, Lin Xiang frowned and stopped, feeling like she had forgotten something.
The gifts were ready, and everyone had arrived. What was still missing?
She felt an emptiness inside as she walked in and nudged Zhonghai, asking with furrowed brows, "Are we missing something?"
Zhonghai silently sympathized with Lin Xuanze.
A true mother.
He seriously said, "You forgot you have another son."
