"Mom! I'm all packed!"
Ming Wei's voice carried obvious joy.
Upon hearing the young girl's voice, Kang Li withdrew his gaze from Han Qian, climbed to the second floor, and helped Ming Wei lug two large suitcases down to the living room.
Feng Lu: "Luo Mingwei, are you sure you want to move back home from here?"
"This isn't my home, naturally I have to return to my own house, so as not to live under someone else's roof and face disdain everywhere I turn."
Ming Wei did not shy away from Feng Lu's piercing gaze. She said, "You gave birth to me, this I will not forget, but the one who raised me was my mom.
She didn't birth me, we have no blood relation, but she gave me maternal love, enough security, and a complete family!"
"I can give you these things too!" Feng Lu held back her anger and said, "Hasn't your Uncle Han been good to you since you moved in? In your heart, is it true that the house of your Uncle Han and I isn't a complete home?"
