Taking the elevator upstairs, after reaching her floor, Lian Xinying steadied the suitcase with one hand and opened the door with the key in the other.
Once the door opened, Xiaocheng stared intently at the new home.
Although it wasn't as good as Yan Ye's villa, it was still quite nice here.
The decor was very minimalist, giving it an artistic feel.
"Mom, is this our home?" Xiaocheng's mood had lifted a bit since leaving the Yan Family.
"Yes." After entering the house, Lian Xinying closed the door.
Then she held Miaomiao in one arm and her son in the other, putting them down on the floor.
"Mom, my sister can walk now! Dad taught her. But she's not in a good mood now, so she probably doesn't want to walk." Xiaocheng looked at his sister, who had been crying so much her eyes were red, feeling both heartache and helplessness.
Miaomiao was now too exhausted from crying to resist, not even able to cry out loud anymore.
