Qin mo did not say anything and just drove.
it was snowing on the night of the new year.
his wife and children were sitting in the back of his car, and that was enough.
An hour later, the car stopped in front of the villa. It was a villa under Qin Mo's own name. He stopped the car and paused for a moment."we're home."
when they unbuckled their seat belts, little yi huan was still leaning against the car window, looking at the snow outside. he huan, on the other hand, was biting her clenched fist. qin mo knew what she was thinking, but he did not point it out. he only said softly, " "Put on your coat."
he huan came back to her senses, pursed her lips, and put on her coat. she still had the intention to be happy.
Qin mo got out of the car and opened the door for them. A cold breeze blew in and Yi Huan buried her face in her father's arms. She looked very delicate.
