At the dining table, there were only three little ones having breakfast.
Lin Liuliu hadn't gotten up yet, after all, she was getting on in age, unlike when she was young, and her injuries didn't heal as quickly.
The location of the bullet wound was critical, making Zhuo Zhengxiu very anxious.
"Dad, Mom..."
The three little ones set down their breakfast and called out in unison.
Lord Zhuo led his wife over, and the servants promptly brought new bowls and chopsticks.
After breakfast, the three little ones each got into three cars and headed to school.
Lord Zhuo tidied up his briefcase, as it was time to head to the company.
These days, work has been very busy. Lord Zhuo found it hard to part without giving his wife a kiss before getting into the car.
Once Zhuo Junyue and the children went out, the house suddenly felt much quieter.
Ningyan instructed the servants to start preparing breakfast for Lin Liuliu and the old master.
