"Madam, Young Master Mohan's call still isn't going through." Putting down the phone, Mama Ju walked over to report.
It's strange that no one has answered since yesterday.
Madam Jiang moved her gaze away from the television, turned, and looked at her, "Keep calling. Mohan and the others are probably vacationing in a place with poor reception. Call a few more times."
After speaking, a soft noise came from the staircase.
"Be careful, just leave the luggage at the door."
"Yes, Madam."
Following the sound, Madam Jiang saw the servants moving two suitcases, with Veya coming down the stairs behind them.
She stood up, puzzled, "Veya, whose suitcases are these?"
"Mom, these are Asheng's suitcases." Veya walked up to her, reaching out to support her, and softly said.
"Asheng's?" The confusion on Madam Jiang's face deepened, feeling more bewildered, "Why are you packing Asheng's suitcases? He just woke up, and he's still injured."
