Li Xueyue sipped her tea. She didn't bat a single eyelash to the drama.
Duchess Wang Qixing immediately came forward to comfort her crying daughter. "There, there, Mother is here," she murmured as Minghua threw her arms around her shoulders and loudly sobbed out.
Li Wenmin squeezed his eyes shut at the sound that tore his heart apart. His fingers curled into fists. He would never forgive Wen Jinkai for this. Grounding his teeth, he took a last glance towards Minghua before storming out of the door.
If Wen Jinkai would not come running back for Li Minghua, then Li Wenmin would just have to drag the Commander here—kicking and screaming.
"Stop in your tracks!" Duchess Wang Qixing loudly commanded when she saw her oldest son run for the door. She already knew where this would lead to.
Li Xueyue swung her legs without a care in the world. She continued to daydream.
