Sitting on the plane, Qin Wenqian was sleeping soundly in Wei Zhengsheng's arms, meanwhile, Xian Guiying was leaning against the window, looking at the white clouds and the blue sky. Her heart was filled with memories of what had happened in America over the past twelve years.
She then turned around and looked at Wei Zhengsheng, who was passing her a glass of water.
"Drink some water. We have twelve hours to arrive in Los Angeles." As he spoke, he adjusted Qin Wenqian's position in his arms so that the child wouldn't feel numb or uncomfortable.
Wei Zhengsheng was a meticulous man. He paid attention to Xian Guiying's every move. It was as if he could see every expression on her face.
