He still reached out and hugged her, "It doesn't matter. After all, I'm not the one doing the laundry."
"..."
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In May, City A started to get warm.
Ji Yunhuan wore sunglasses and a hat, parked her car in an inconspicuous spot in front of a small shop. Qi Cheng had already recovered, and he had to work during the day, so he couldn't always accompany Ji Yunhuan.
Sometimes, Ji Yunhuan worked at a restaurant; when she had free time, she would take walks.
She sat in the car, looking at the building across the street through the windshield. Soon, she saw a few bodyguards in neat suits surrounding a young lady who came out of the main entrance. The young lady was holding a child, who was also wearing a hat and sunglasses, somewhat similar to Ji Yunhuan's attire today.
As expected of her own son.
