Zhuo Junyue remembered, no wonder something sounded off when he heard her voice that day.
Turns out, she knew all along.
"Honey, no matter who your birth father is, remember that I am your forever. As long as I'm here, no one can bully you."
Su Ningyan nodded, holding Zhuo Junyue's hand, "Husband, I was really upset just now. I don't know why, but my mood lightened up a lot after you came."
Zhuo Junyue's mouth curled upward, wiping away the tears on her face, "Let's go home, don't worry mom."
Su Ningyan turned around, "Mom, I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."
"Mom, I'll take good care of Ningyan, don't worry."
The two walked down the hill hand in hand.
The smile on Lin Xiaozhu's tombstone seemed deeper.
Ah Long and Ah Hu quickly opened the door when they saw the young master helping the young lady down, her complexion much fairer.
The black Rolls-Royce was very conspicuous. Zhuo Junyue stretched out his hand and let Su Ningyan lean on his shoulder.
