Whenever Muchen mentioned his mother, there was a brief trance, "Auntie Juan, don't busy yourself anymore, let's head out, I want Wanwan to meet you."
"Sure," He Juan said happily, then suddenly thought of something, "Is it appropriate? You're still having dinner, right?"
"There's nothing inappropriate," Muchen said, leading the way to the living room.
Xia Wanwan was sitting at the dining table and saw Muchen pulling a plainly-dressed middle-aged woman out. She must be the 'Auntie Juan' they had mentioned.
How should I put it? Muchen really didn't seem to fit standing next to such a person, with his uniquely dignified aura making it difficult to picture this scene, yet Xia Wanwan felt strangely moved watching them. He appeared cold and haughty, but in reality, he wasn't like that towards those he cared about.
"Wanwan, this is Auntie Juan. She was the one who took care of me growing up, and later when I took care of you, she was there for us as well," said Muchen.
