"Mother, let's go to the backyard."
Su Qingluo smiled and stepped forward, holding Li Xiu'e's hand.
She was sensitive and perceptive, sensing Li Xiu'e's unease while forcing a smile in front of the elegantly dressed madams.
She deliberately held her hand, reassuring her.
Of course, she felt irresistibly drawn to her birth mother, with whom she shared blood ties thicker than water.
But she didn't want to hurt her adoptive parents either.
Their love was greater than anything, and she regarded them as close family.
Until the right time came, she wouldn't rashly acknowledge her birth mother, lest she force their happy family into the sorrowful separation of mother and child.
"Alright, I'll accompany you."
Feeling the warmth in her palm, Li Xiu'e's panicked heart gradually calmed down, and she doted on her daughter with affection.
"Sister Xiu'e, little Qingluo, please follow me."
