"Miss, thank you for taking me in..." Ms. Rong's eyes turned red again with emotion.
"Ms. Rong, we're family after all, don't be so formal."
Mo Qiansu hailed a taxi and helped carry the luggage in piece by piece. The Little Demon King followed them like a little tail, running back and forth.
——
The night was pitch dark, with a bright moon hanging high above the courtyard.
Inside the house, there was a thick atmosphere of emotional reunion after a calamity.
Even the usually aloof Murong Qiong showed a rare disturbance in her eyes upon seeing Ms. Rong.
For dinner, Mo Qiansu didn't let Ms. Rong help, she cooked it herself. Ms. Rong picked up some vegetables from her bowl, took a few bites, and tears of affection streaked through the wrinkles in her eyes.
"Ms. Rong, do the dishes suit your taste?"
"They're delicious, very delicious! Miss, I never thought you would cook yourself..." As Ms. Rong spoke, her heart ached again.
