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This time, Lu Meng remained completely still.
Even though she had received Qiao An's phone call, and knew that Mu Jingnan had promised to safely bring her back to the country this time.
Having learned from the previous lesson, this time, she would not reveal the slightest emotion, lest Song Yunchi detect anything.
She continued to spend her days with Jingxing, maintaining a cold attitude toward Song Yunchi.
When lunchtime arrived, the sky suddenly darkened, and soon, a heavy rain came unexpectedly.
Jingxing stayed nestled in her arms, his big bright eyes anxiously looking out the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Baobei, are you afraid?"
Lu Meng lowered her head, looked at her darling son in her arms, unable to help but chuckle as she pinched his little nose, "You're a little man, it's just rain, nothing to be afraid of."
Jingxing grinned a bit foolishly.
The servant approached, "Miss, lunch is ready. Would you like to eat now?"
"Yes, right now."
