Before Zhao Qingge left, she was completely unaware, and once they were on the plane, she noticed there were seven or eight bags of breast milk in the fridge and asked casually, "Hers?"
"Yes, Tianxuan's. They, mother and son, must be on the plane by now. Before leaving, fearing Weiyi wouldn't have enough milk, they left us some extra."
Pulled a trick and escaped like a cicada shedding its skin?
With a twitch of her eyelids, Zhao Qingge asked flatly, "Why didn't you leave with her?"
Li Peifeng, standing by the stove, didn't respond, just sighed quietly and turned back to cooking.
With a bag of milk in hand, Zhao Qingge was about to walk away, but she couldn't help but ask, "You've not left yet, is it because you don't want to go through with it with her, or you think it's still time if you fly there the day before the wedding?"
Li Peifeng spoke truthfully, "Both thoughts... but mainly it's because I want to consider your feelings, so I'm hesitant."
