She walked over, "Hubby, how are the arrangements with the Lu Family coming along?"
Zhuo Junyue reached out and pulled her onto his lap.
"Uncle Shao went to check in the afternoon, no progress. The Lu Family plans to move to Tong City after the New Year, maybe a change of scene will help Feng Zhihe recover."
Ningyan didn't say anything, she knew her uncle would try his best to arrange everything.
Still, when she thought of Feng Zhihe pulling An An, her heart felt heavy.
In the afternoon, when they returned from the Qin Family, An An said Lu Mama's pastries were delicious.
In the evening, Feng Zhihe woke up.
She opened her eyes and saw herself lying in the room.
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, rubbing her forehead, wondering what was wrong with her.
Feng Zhihe only felt a headache, as if she had forgotten some things.
She walked out of the room, hearing commotion from the kitchen.
She went over to look, seeing her husband and son busy in the kitchen.
