Mu Sihan instructed the chauffeur to drive back to Crown Palace.
Along the way, Nan Zhi held Xiaojie, her red eyes full of maternal love.
Mu Sihan looked at her face that had turned haggard and thin within the past few days, and his heart was heavy and guilty.
Alone, she had held on to Qiao Yanze's arrest and Madam Qiao's passing on her shoulders. When she needed someone by her side, he was not there.
Nan Zhi could feel Mu Sihan's gaze and she looked over at him.
It was obvious that he had rushed back. He was travel-worn, his hair messy and the dark eyes underneath his eyebrows looked slightly tired.
There was a deep sorrowness in Nan Zhi's heart.
She looked at him deeply, as if she wanted to engrave his features and outlines of his face deep in her heart.
After looking at each other for a while, she tried to calm herself down, opening her mouth to break the silence. "Let's go to the supermarket!"
"You're not tired?"
