A month passed by swiftly.
Luo Mengmeng, Gu Zhihan, and the three Xiaobaos had already packed up their things, ready to return to China.
The helicopter was parked on the lawn outside.
Mengmeng, assisted by the three babies, walked towards the helicopter.
"Mommy, be careful."
"Okay."
Mengmeng couldn't help but cry and laugh.
These three little ones, plus the big guy, really treated her as if she were made of glass!
The helicopter took off.
Everything on the ground became especially tiny.
Luo Mengmeng looked down at everything, feeling strangely sentimental in her heart.
Unconsciously, she had lived on this foreign land for four years...
"I haven't sold the house, if we ever miss this place, we can come back to live," Gu Zhihan, seeing what was on her mind, said as he hugged her.
"Mm!"
Luo Mengmeng nodded and then suddenly felt sleepy, yawning.
Gu Zhihan looked down at her, "I'll carry you to sleep for a bit."
"Okay." Mengmeng indeed felt quite sleepy.
