Song Fengwan didn't notice the news at first. She was in a video call with her mother.
Little Mr. Yan was lying in front of the camera and gnawing on a toy, and he almost stuffed his feet into his mouth.
"If Fu Chen isn't free tomorrow, you can get Xiyan to pick us up." Qiao Aiyun was packing her luggage. She would be staying in the capital for a while longer this time. Coupled with the fact that it was very cold in the capital, the cotton clothes took up a lot of space.
This time, she was bringing Little Mr. Yan along, and the child's things took up a lot of space.
"Fu Chen has already said that he'll pick us up. Why bother Xiyan?" Yan Wangchuan was sitting at the side. He wasn't on camera, but he could hear their voices.
Qiao Aiyun was more and more satisfied with her son-in-law. Her heart ached for him, so she didn't want to trouble him.
