The color drained from Song Qiao's face, she hadn't expected Lu Jingchen would meet his daughter at this moment.
Looking down at Song Nianhuan in front of her, Song Qiao felt cold sweat breaking out on her back.
Song Nianhuan looked at Song Qiao, her eyes full of worry, and directly asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
Song Qiao gazed at her daughter, suddenly snapping back to reality, she forced a smile, shook her head and said gently, "Mom's fine, have you washed your face and brushed your teeth?"
"Mom, I've already washed my face and brushed my teeth, Dad helped me." The little girl grinned at Song Qiao, her voice full of soft, sweet tones, very pleasing to the ear.
Song Qiao stroked her hair, speaking, "Good girl, go play on your own for a while, Mom has some things to discuss with your uncle and Dad."
"Okay Mom, I understand, remember to call me for breakfast later."
"Yes, Mom will remember to call you."
