So many years have passed, things have changed, people have come and gone, but Cheng Weiyue remains as charming as ever.
After all, there is a special bond between mother and son. Nan En looked at Jiang Jinran's expression and understood what was on his mind, and she couldn't help but sigh silently.
She walked over to Jiang Jinran's side and said in a low voice, "Jinran, come help mom in the kitchen."
Jiang Jinran responded with a low "Mm" and strode into the kitchen following Nan En's words.
In the kitchen, one could still faintly hear the laughter from Cheng Weiyue chatting with the elderly, a rare warmth.
Speaking of which, it's been a long time since this home has been this happy.
As Nan En was chopping the pre-prepared vegetables, she asked Jiang Jinran, "Didn't you say you'd pick her up yourself? Why did you let Miss Weiyue come over by herself?"
