Lu Mengchan, upon hearing, responded in an understanding yet ambiguous manner, then looked at Nangong Mili and called out crisply: "Aunt."
"Little Chan's daughter is so grown up."
Nangong Mili looked at Lu Mengchan in front of her, as if seeing her former daughter Nangong Yaoyao, and felt a touch of affectionate fondness.
"Mili, I've been busy with matters for so long, hence I'm only visiting now."
Lu Changsheng stepped forward, naturally intending to hold Nangong Mili's delicate hand.
"Humph!"
However, Nangong Mili felt anger rising against Lu Changsheng, directly shaking off his hand, ignoring him, and speaking to Meng Xiaochan: "Little Chan, how have you been over these years?"
"Is this your daughter? What's her name?"
Saying this, she looked at Lu Mengchan, who was holding a rag doll with a timid expression.
Meng Xiaochan, knowing her master's temper, realized that the master was venting frustration on her husband.
