Listening to the heavy footsteps coming from the stairs, Tang Yige breathed a light sigh of relief, sat back on the stool, and continued embroidering.
...
At nine-thirty, Jin Jumo came out of the media room with a few kids.
Seeing Rong Sinan, who was sitting on the couch looking somewhat gloomy, Jin Jumo's eyes narrowed slightly and glanced at the second floor.
"Second Madam Rong, are you leaving?" Zhang Lan, still in the kitchen fussing over breakfast materials for the next morning, heard the children's laughter from the living room and came out of the kitchen, looking at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo nodded, "My husband came downstairs to pick up me and the kids."
"Then I'll call Yige." Zhang Lan said.
"No need, Aunt Zhang, Sister Yi should be busy at this time, let's not disturb her." Jin Jumo said.
Zhang Lan chuckled, "Second Madam Rong, you're so considerate."
Jin Jumo was a little embarrassed, "Then Aunt Zhang, I'm taking the kids and leaving."
