Seeing Huo Beichen and Li Tingyu happily together, everyone was relieved.
At this moment, Tang Mo'er saw Xuan Yingluo. As the minister, although Xuan Yingluo was busy with work, she would always find time to accompany her son, young master seven. Today, both Xuan Yingluo and young master seven had come.
Young master seven was very much like his mother. He looked like a delicate little ball of rice, his bangs were naturally curly and he looked like a warm and gentle gentleman.
Young master seven stood together with his mother, Xuan Yingluo. It was a beautiful scene.
Tang Mo'er held Xia Ling’s hand, “Lingling, Young Master Seven is already three years old. Seeing Yingluo wasting away at such a young age, as her mother, you can’t just ignore everything. Although Yingluo isn’t an ordinary woman, she still has to consider her marriage. We have to introduce some high-quality young men to Yingluo so that she can live a more exciting life.”
