The sudden closeness of her younger daughter caught Fu Man off guard for a moment, her face filling with a tender and contented smile.
Lu Xinnuan pouted and kissed her on the cheek, "Mom, wait for my good news!"
Fu Man kept repeating "Okay," her joy clearly overflowing.
Lu Xinnuan swept a stealthy glance at Lu Mian, her eyes tinged with vengeful satisfaction.
What she possessed, Lu Mian did not.
What she was now enjoying, Lu Mian did not have.
Anything that could even slightly affect Lu Mian's performance was a pleasure for her to witness.
Fu Man, unaware of her thoughts, gently fixed Lu Xinnuan's ponytail and wrapped her coat around her with utmost care.
But as she turned her head, she inadvertently caught sight of that slender, cool figure.
All her movements froze mid-air, her expression stiff, her throat dry and unable to produce a sound.
Only by reading her lips could one tell that she had called out two words: Mianmian...
