Since she couldn't refuse, An Xiaomian had no choice but to go with him, so on the way to the evening banquet, she was very silent.
She remembered what Shangguan Xiu had just said: after they returned, she would be able to see Arthur and An Qiqi.
These past few days, she hadn't had a proper chance to spend time with Arthur and An Qiqi. She didn't know if the two children had been eating and sleeping well.
Suddenly, her chin was gently grasped by a slender, large hand, and her waist was also dominantly encircled by another. The man's deep voice resonated above her head, "What's on your mind, hmm?"
"It's nothing." An Xiaomian was very unaccustomed to Shangguan Xiu's intimate gestures.
A question pressed heavy on her heart; she wanted to ask him, but she didn't dare.
Actually, she wanted to ask if he had married someone else two years ago.
"We've arrived, young master, Miss An." Suddenly, the car stopped, and Eagle's voice respectfully rang out.
