Wen Meimei was concerned about her unique identity and didn't know how to choose, "What if those people don't let me off?"
"As long as you don't say anything, no one will know your identity."
"But..."
Wen Meimei still wasn't assured and really didn't want to drag her family into it.
Qiao Chengxun said, "Meimei, trust me, no one will bother you again."
Wen Meimei was about to speak, but her stomach suddenly growled, she was hungry.
Qiao Chengxun reached out to pick up Little Moliu, "Let me hold him, save your energy."
Wen Meimei raised an eyebrow; the little baby weighed only a few pounds, how much energy could it take...
Soon someone brought food inside, and Wen Meimei was starving, she opened the meal box and ate ravenously, not caring about image at all.
Qiao Chengxun saw his wife's lively appearance, his lips curved into a charming smile; how did he not realize before how cute Meimei looked when she ate?
