Jian Tao moved to a new home with her daughter, accompanied by a servant and two bodyguards.
At this moment, the car stopped in front of the villa, and the two bodyguards were moving belongings.
Jian Tao held her daughter's hand, standing aside to look at their new home.
"Mommy, why did we move? Aren't we waiting for Daddy? What if Daddy comes home and can't find us?" Zhao Ruixi asked weakly, unaware of Zhao Hai's death. The family kept silent about it, choosing to conceal it for as long as possible.
"This is Daddy's gift to Xixi. Xixi, do you like it?" Jian Tao lovingly patted her daughter's hair.
She could only choose which questions to answer, avoiding sensitive ones as best as she could.
On the surface, she wore a smile, but the sadness in her heart was something only she knew; Zhao Hai was dead, how could he come home?
The move also served another purpose, but could she tell her daughter that?
Certainly not.
