Seeing what she wanted, Nie Jiaqi took the book and left with a light step.
Back at the villa, Wei Zhongxun glanced at Cao Mei and Mango and said, "You two are acting strange today."
The two of them smiled together in response and then went upstairs.
Wei Zhongxun looked at the master, who knew her two daughters best, "Master..."
Beisitian spread open the newspaper. There are many types of newspapers now, with all kinds of news flying everywhere. It takes quite some time to discern the useful ones.
She heard Wei Zhongxun's voice, smiled, and said, "Don't worry about them."
Wei Zhongxun heard his master say this and didn't ask further.
About half an hour later, Luo Yiqian came down from upstairs, holding a bouquet of her own making.
Wei Zhongxun saw the bouquet and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It seemed even messier than the one she made in the morning. Is it a different aesthetic?...
