They placed the two little ones in different baby baskets, planning that once the family came, she would head back.
As expected, it wasn't long before Lu's mother called.
"Hello, Mom?"
Now Wen Xian was very adept at calling her "Mom."
"Hey, daughter..." Lu's mother began to speak on the other end of the line.
It seemed like something had happened.
As Wen Xian listened, her expression became subtly complicated.
In the end, not knowing how to respond, she could only say, "…Alright, you all go ahead, I can manage on my own."
There was a car outside the villa; she could drive the kids back.
After hanging up, Wen Xian's face remained calm, her emotions hard to read.
Indeed, on such an important day, Lu's mother claimed there was an issue with a friend and couldn't come over.
This made Wen Xian feel somewhat puzzled.
