At this moment, Mr. Lu also walked over, gazing at the sky outside, his voice gentle: "Xiaojun, although you are my niece, ever since you came into the Lu Family, in my eyes, you are my daughter. I promised Hui Ling to take good care of you."
Li Zaijun's eyelashes fluttered lightly. Hui Ling was her mother's name.
"This apartment isn't much, but you have graduated and grown up, and you need an independent living space. As your aunt said, it's indeed not big, but for you alone, it's enough. You can always return home, and here, it will be your own independent living space."
After Mr. Lu finished speaking, Mrs. Lu smiled and patted her small hand:
"Your uncle bought it for you long ago but never told you, just wanting to give you a surprise."
Seeing Li Zaijun's eyes redden slightly, with a hint of water drops swirling in them, Mrs. Lu refrained from saying more. She merely raised her hand to gently wipe away the moisture and tears at the corner of Xiaojun's eyes.
