Mo Yuan asked in a gentle, deep voice, "Did you have trouble on the way here?"
Han Luo shook her head. "No, not at all."
Mo Yuan replied, "Good. Come inside." He then glanced at Assistant Tong's driver and gave him a polite nod. The driver waved goodbye to the kids as he took his leave.
In the living room, an elegant and refined lady was sitting on a single couch beside a large window. She was in the middle of sewing a handkerchief. At that moment, her son entered the room, and behind him was a little girl. Her son called out, "Mom."
The woman in the off-white maxi dress looked up and was stunned. She gazed at the three years old girl for a while before briskly jumping to her feet. The woman put down her needlework and strode towards the two children. She beamed excitedly, "Oh my! Xiao Yuan, who is this girl? I never knew that you had such a cute girlfriend."
