After having dinner, Gu Jinghui forced himself to chat for a while before returning to Wutong Garden.
The twin siblings also left.
Under the light, Old Madam Gu couldn't help but hold her forehead and sigh, saying, "Has Hui'er changed his mind again?"
Whoever taught those two children to say such words, it sounds so upsetting.
Nanny Rong stepped forward, gently opened the incense burner, brushed away the ash, placed an incense pill in it, and smiled, "Don't worry, Old Madam, isn't Madam still here?"
"Yes," Old Madam Gu tightly held the string of prayer beads, her voice lightened considerably, saying, "Heaven truly has eyes, giving Hui'er such a wonderful wife."
A smile bloomed on Nanny Rong's aged face.
Gu Jinghui walked quickly with his hands behind his back. When he returned to Wutong Garden, the main room was quiet and deserted, and Mo Zhu, who was guarding outside, wanted to announce his arrival but was stopped by him.
