Upon hearing this, Chen Mo understood why Chu Juan was losing interest in tea and meals. Before, when he was still in the north, he had received a letter from Chu Juan, hoping he could arrange a post for Li Mingzhong and Li Mingfan.
"Mi'er, you don't have to worry about this matter; just leave it to me," Chen Mo said.
Wu Mi nodded and then said, "Nu'Er and Youyou are about to turn one year old. I was thinking of hosting a simple birthday banquet for the siblings, just with a few people from our residence, and inviting your father and the Xiao Family.
Additionally, once the children turn one, we can arrange a medicinal bath for them every month. This will help strengthen their bodies and make it easier to open up their meridians, making their cultivation more effective."
Chen Mo was taken aback and then embraced Wu Mi tightly. As a father, he had not even considered such matters, truly an oversight on his part. He said, "I'm sorry to trouble you with these concerns, Mi'er."
