Tang Mo'er's black eyes suddenly narrowed. She thought it was ludicrous. What had her mother been taken for? A surrogacy tool?
She raised her bright eyes and looked at Lu Jinwen.
Lu Jinwen's handsome, chiseled face was composed on the surface, and he did not even raise an eyebrow. He moved his thin lips, and his voice did not reveal any emotion. "We will discuss this more in the future. Have your meal first."
…
In the master bedroom after dinner.
Lin Xuanyin was packing her luggage. She was lovingly packing clothes for Tang Mo'er, like a mother packing the luggage for her own daughter.
At this moment, there was a creaking sound, and the door was pushed open. Lu Jinwen entered and his strong arm encircled Lin Xuanyin's waist. He said in a low voice, "Xuanyin, Mo'er doesn't need to pack anything for school. You don't have to prepare all this."
