Wen Hua looked up and glanced at Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan bit her lip, "Dad."
Wen Hua looked at Wen Nuan, sighed, "Is it better at home or in someone else's big villa?"
Wen Nuan's eyes widened. Can she tell the truth?
Seeing her father's face, she smiled and responded insincerely, "Home is better."
Wen Hua patted Wen Nuan's head, "You're grown up, don't always act like a child."
For some reason, she suddenly wanted to cry. Wen Nuan stood there, tears streaming down her face.
Wen Hua said, "Alright, go to sleep."
Wen Nuan nodded, shuffled back in her slippers to the master bedroom, and huddled in a quilt with Bi Fu, "Mom."
Bi Fu turned off the light.
———— Yunqi Academy ————
Nanyuan Villa, July 18th, Xiaoliao and Xiaoqi's Hundred Days Banquet
Before dawn, the old man hurriedly urged Uncle Guan, Huo Jinbei, and Huo Jinxue to get up, and at five o'clock, they were already at the entrance of Nanyuan Villa.
