Huo Jingfeng still didn't speak, and Bai Mulan didn't ask further. She picked up a white shirt and a small suit that had been prepared nearby, "Do you think the clothes are beautiful?"
"Beautiful, I really like them, thank you, Auntie," Huo Jingfeng's words grew sweeter, gone was the nervousness he had upon arrival.
"Glad you like them," Bai Mulan smiled faintly, gently patting his shoulder, "Go try them on and see if they fit."
"Okay." He picked up the clothes and went to the changing room.
Once Huo Jingfeng had left, the gentle smile on Bai Mulan's face gradually turned cold, she turned to a servant and said, "When he comes out later, bring him to the living room."
"Yes, madam."
Bai Mulan walked away first, the living room bustling with activity. Huo Jingtang saw his mother arrive and ran up to hold her hand, "Mom, come blow out the candles with me."
"Alright," Bai Mulan looked at her son, his face full of innocence, yet in her heart, a hint of sadness arose.
