After meeting Lu Xiao, she felt that things might not be so bad after all.
After all, her birth family had caused her deep trauma.
She didn't know if she would be a good mother.
Wen Xian secretly took a photo of him.
In her mind, she couldn't help but wonder where he was at that moment, what he was doing.
Was the task in his jurisdiction difficult?
Was everything… still okay for him?
However, little did Wen Xian know, as her thoughts about him surged like a flood, becoming more and more intense—
On a bustling street in Beijing.
A tall and straight man was on his phone, making a call.
It seemed he had just finished some task and stepped out from somewhere, carrying a small box in one hand.
"Mom, how is she, what is she doing now?"
The speaker was none other than Lu Xiao.
Soon, Lu Xiao's mother's voice came from the phone: