"Young Madam's car... ?"
Uncle Jin's eyebrows seemed to be twitching uncontrollably.
Jiang Tingxu looked at the surrounding road conditions:
"It's fine. Just park it there."
There shouldn't be any problems here.
...
After passing through the front yard, she already saw a little guy running towards her:
"Jiang Tingxu, it's really you!"
They heard the commotion outside the mansion, but even the old man couldn't make out who it was.
This little guy, on the other hand, seemed to have a telepathic connection at the first instant. He instantly put down his bowl and chopsticks:
"Ningning is done. Take your time, great-grandfather!"
After hurriedly saying that, he didn't even have time to wipe his little mouth before he slipped off the chair.
Seeing her son's figure flying over, Jiang Tingxu stopped in her tracks. She opened her arms and caught him steadily:
"How did you know it was me?"
