"Mom, I miss you." Yu Wanqing squatted slightly, pressing her lips together, her eyes instantly reddening halfway.
"Mom misses you too." The Old Madam's hands trembled, wanting to touch her, but she couldn't.
Yu Wanqing observed quietly for a while before reaching out to grasp the Old Madam's hand.
"I've been a bit busy these days, so I didn't have time to come see you. Why are you alone, where's Beicheng?"
"The Seventh hasn't come back for several days, I don't know where he is either." The Old Madam replied softly.
"Without Beicheng, who usually keeps you company?" Yu Wanqing cautiously inquired.
"Yiheng, he's so good to me, bringing me food every day." A hint of a smile finally appeared on the Old Madam's face.
Yu Wanqing furrowed her brows and stood up.
So Beicheng really contacted Yiheng; what exactly have they found out?
Yu Wanqing originally wanted to call Qin Yiheng, but after years without a single call, suddenly doing so felt too suspicious.
