Aunt?
Mu Qingqing knew that "aunt" meant the wife of her uncle. After weighing it a bit, she thought it was acceptable. Although not as close as her own mother, she was still part of the Mu Family.
"Then can I eat the food Aunt makes every day?"
Indeed, she had cleverly changed her wording.
Mu Jin Huan walked to the car, opened the door, and placed the little dumpling in the child seat. "It depends on how you behave."
Every day... naturally, it's not possible.
His dark eyes casually swept over the light from upstairs, and a faint smile flickered at the corners of his lips.
Before getting into the car, a figure ran out from the corridor, heading straight for the car.
No coat on, her already slender body seemed a bit frail in the cold, windy night.
Nan Wan stopped two steps away from the man, raised her hand, and tucked the wind-blown hair behind her ear, still slightly breathless, "The clothes are washed clean, if you mind, just throw them away."
