The person who entered was Mrs. Qiao, her expression stern.
Ji Qingwu was surprised and felt a faint pang of bitterness, but more than anything, she was overjoyed.
"Mother."
Ji Qingwu called out softly.
A small smile played on Mrs. Qiao's lips, but she quickly suppressed it. "So, you do remember to call me Mother."
Ji Qingwu rose and knelt by the couch. Watching Mrs. Qiao approach, she said, "Mother is the best person in the world. You'll always protect me."
Mrs. Qiao sat down opposite her, her gaze sweeping around the room.
'Mr. Ji is usually so slow. It's rare for him to be so efficient. He must have been truly anxious to have packed up all of Xiao Wu's things and brought them back.'
Wutong Garden looked just as it used to.
Mrs. Qiao found the sight quite pleasing, and her mood lightened considerably.
