The black Maybach slowly drove away, finally disappearing at the end of the road. Wei Anning's fists, hanging by her side, tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened.
Gong Ting led her by the hand to the Lincoln limousine. Butler Molin took the luggage from his hand and put it in the trunk. Gong Ting opened the rear door, and Wei Anning immediately saw Wei Chenchen sitting in the back seat.
She instantly forgot all her worries, got into the car, and hugged Wei Chenchen tightly, kissing him on the top of his head, "Baby Chenchen, I've missed you so much."
Wei Chenchen was squeezed so tightly that he couldn't breathe, pushing her away with all his might, "Mommy, you're too enthusiastic, I can't handle it. You should hug Uncle Gong, Uncle Gong also wants your hugs."
Wei Anning awkwardly glanced at Gong Ting, reached out, and messed up Wei Chenchen's hair, "You little rascal, what kind of bewitching soup did Uncle Gong feed you while Mommy was on a business trip these days?"
