Lai Bao?
How many unfamiliar names there are!
Wen Jiaren suppressed the confusion in her heart, opened the door, and walked out. She looked at the woman outside the door, who seemed so strange yet might be her mother, and followed her downstairs with a heart full of complexity.
The other people at the dining table were already seated; only she and Zhao Yufen were missing. At the long dining table, Wen Cheng and Wen Zian sat at one end, while Mu Qian and his son sat at the other. There were still empty seats on both sides. Wen Jiaren instinctively sat next to Wen Zian, keeping her distance from Mu Qian.
In her heart, Mu Qian was still a dangerous figure.
Just as she sat down, a gaze filled with resentment glared at her directly. Wen Jiaren looked over in confusion and met a cold small face. A red little mouth pouted unhappily, while black-and-white eyes stared at her with both anger and sadness.
Wen Jiaren: "..."
