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  “Okay,” Zhou Shuang replied. She turned her head and wiped away her tears haphazardly.

  She was feeling a baffling sense of sorrow.

  She looked at the mansion before her. New year scrolls were hung on every floor.

  There were red remnants of lit firecrackers at the doorstep.

  A chill hit her. She leaned against the car window, her eyes uncontrollably welled up with tears.

  At the end of the day, she didn’t have a place in his heart. He could do without her.

  “Grandmother, Great Grandfather.”


  The little fellows eagerly got out of the car and ran happily to Lu Yinan’s mother and Old Master Lu.

  Their bright voices interrupted her thoughts. She broke out of her reverie and hurriedly dried her tears with a few pieces of tissue paper.

  She took a deep breath and pressed her lips. She composed herself before she got off the car.

  !’


  She casually closed the door and walked into the house with eager steps as well.

  Jiaojiao was still sick and she didn’t know if her fever had subsided.

  “My little darlings, I’ve missed you so.”


  Lu Yinan’s mother squatted down to embrace her two grandchildren. She hadn’t seen them in days, and she didn’t know how else to express her affection for them. She kissed them on their forehead repeatedly.

  Old Master Lu was holding onto a walking stick, only briefly looking at the two kids before his gaze landed on Zhou Shuang, who was walking over.

  When he glanced at Lu Yinan’s mother, he frowned momentarily, as though he was displeased with her actions.

  “Xiaoshuang, you must be tired. Come on in.” He looked benevolently at her as he took a few steps forward.

  Zhou Shuang smiled. “Grandfather.”


  He nodded kindly and asked, “Have you eaten?”


  “I ate some food on the plane,” Zhou Shuang replied simply. Worried, she then asked, “How’s Jiaojiao?”


  She had already stepped into the house.

  Old Master Lu turned around and followed after her with the aid of his walking stick. He said, “In the hospital. Her fever has subsided but she has pneumonia. She has to stay in the hospital for a few days.”


  Zhou Shuang halted in her tracks. She turned around and said, “I’ll go to the hospital.”


  She immediately started walking back to the main door.

  Old Master grabbed her hand. “There’s no rush. Have some water and take a short rest before going over. Yinan has been taking care of Jiaojiao all day and night. Don’t worry.”


  How could she not worry? The little lass’ cries over the phone had left her heartbroken.

  How she wished she could teleport over to see her precious daughter.

  Zhou Shuang’s eyes turned red, but with determination, she said, “I’m going to see Jiaojiao. I’ll leave First Lu and Third Lu here.”


  Then she glanced at the children who were still in Lu Yinan’s mother’s embrace.

  Then her gaze shifted onto Lu Yinan’s mother.

  She lifted her head to look at Zhou Shuang. “I just came back from the hospital. Jiaojiao’s fever subsided in the morning and she was put on a drip. She was asleep when I was there. Her father is taking care of her. Don’t worry.”


  Her tone was indifferent.

  Her attitude towards Zhou Shuang was the same.

  Both of them had different views on a child’s upbringing, so they quarreled often.