After greeting Huang Yueran and going downstairs, Li Menglin saw the car parked below and exclaimed in surprise, "Sister, Sister, this car is so pretty."
Luo Qianqian looked at the car suspiciously, wondering what exactly was pretty about it.
"It's just like the ones that pick up young ladies on TV," Li Menglin added, clarifying her confusion.
Jimo Cheng rolled down the window and, seeing the thermos in He Wenyu's hands, smiled and said, "Did you bring soup for Aunt?" He was already seated in the passenger seat. He Wenyu was taken aback, then chuckled and nodded.
He couldn't help feeling a bit more fondness for this person in his heart, thinking that someone who was considerate of others like this might be quite suitable for Qianqian.
Jimo Cheng reached out his hand, "Give it to me, you have kids in the back, it's inconvenient." His gaze, however, fell on Luo Qianqian and the hand she tightly held with Li Menglin's, his brow furrowing imperceptibly.
