The next day, Su Xiaomeng quietly went to the airport alone and left London.
After a ten-hour flight, she landed in Beijing.
Chen Lan had already sent a car to pick her up.
When Xiao Meng returned home, it was just after five in the evening Beijing time.
As soon as the door opened, the aroma of the food wafted out from the dining room. Smelling it, Xiao Meng's stomach grumbled with hunger.
Shuangshuang and Huang Huang were lining up to wash their hands. Hearing the door open, they rushed over to the entrance with soap foam still on their hands.
Pushing her suitcase, Su Xiaomeng hadn't even changed her shoes when she saw the two little ones running toward her.
"Ah! Hands, hands!"
Su Xiaomeng exclaimed in surprise, trying to dodge, but four little paws had already latched onto her clothes without hesitation.
"Hehe! Hehehe!"
"Gigglegiggle..."
Hearing the laughter of the two little ones, Su Xiaomeng had no doubt that they deliberately got soap foam on her.
