a little wronged, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. That was the nature of their relationship after all. She lived there to make him happy, how could she expect him to constantly coddle and i...Mingzhu cried sadly, throwing herself into Huo Shaoting's arms.

Wen Man also guessed, gently stroking her hair, then gave Huo Shaoting a look.

She walked to Huo Zhendong's side and smiled slightly at the uniformed personnel, thanking them.

Ho Zhen Dong vaguely guessed the meaning and sent the person away.

The house had finally settled into a quiet state, with only Mingzhu's muffled sobs. Even Xiaoshua seemed at a loss. Wen Man went over and hugged him, softly saying, "Mommy is feeling unwell. How about your aunt takes you to play"

Wen Man: ...

She glanced at Huo Shaoting.

Ho Shaoting picked up Little Suo Suo and gently said to her, "I'll take Suo Suo to the company. You accompany Mingzhu. You ladies should be able to talk more easily."

Wen Man hummed in response.

She also prepared some toys and snacks for SuoSuo herself, kissed him, and then closed the car door for him.

Go back to the manor.

Ho Zhen Dong sat on the sofa smoking. He tapped the seat beside him, motioning Wen Man to come over and said, "Your mother went to keep her company first, Manman, come here and talk to Dad."

Wen Man sat down.

Ho Zhen Dong doted on her, and when he spoke to her, he wasn't at all reserved. He spoke softly: "Ming Zhu, as for you being with your uncle, I actually approve very much. But it seems Lu Qian has some difficulties."

He said, and Wen Man listened quietly.

For a long time, he murmured, "If Lu Qian can't give her happiness, no one else can."

He walked away after that.

Wen Man sat there alone, drinking the flower tea poured by the servants. It took her quite a while to figure out what Huo Zhendong meant. She smiled faintly.

Actually, Ho Chung-tung is a very good father and quite enlightened.

She went upstairs to look at the Mingzhu.

I chatted with Mingzhu all morning, and finally she fell asleep.

Wen Man gently covered her with a blanket.

As she went downstairs, her heart was filled with emotion. She couldn't forget the scene of Mingzhu patiently queuing up to buy milk tea with Shuoshuo for over half a year. They had queued for ages, only willing to buy one cup.

She called Lu Qian.en Man is not that pathetic little thing she used to be! Otherwise, do you think she could possibly sit so firmly in the position of young mistress of the Huo family”Then you shouldn't have provoked...