"Xuxu, remember to visit often."
Wang Daqin reminded her as she parted with her reluctantly.
She didn't want to make her worry so Wen Xuxu pursed her lips and stayed silent. She nodded lightly and turned around to leave the dining room.
Wang Daqin watched Wen Xuxu's slender back intensely.
She was already indifferent about gains and losses and she understood that when the time came to give up, she had to do it. But in the end, this person was Xuxu.
The future mistress of the Yan family might need to assume the same responsibilities that Wang Daqin had when she was younger. For her and Mu Li, Xuxu was the ideal person in their hearts.
The day her husband had adopted her, she'd stood in the middle of the living room wearing a clean, plain blue dress. Her head faced upward and a pair of sparkling black eyes looked back at her. Xuxu's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant and she seemed fearless.
