Yueyao felt the world is truly small.
By the end of October, the weather had already begun to turn cold. Early in the morning, it was hard to leave the comfort of bed. Stepping outside, one could see a layer of white frost.
At this time, Chenghong was wrapped up like a dumpling, standing in front of Yueyao, and very politely called out, "Third Maternal Aunt."
Yueyao nodded slightly and said to Xiang Wei, "Recently, there's been much trouble in the Capital City. You should send the mother and son to the manor." Helping others is about seeing it through to the end; having helped this much, one shouldn't shy away from the final step.
Xiang Wei rolled her eyes, as Yueyao assigned her another task: "I'm very busy these days and don't have the time to leave. If you're worried, I can take a guard over there and let the guard escort the mother and son to the manor." She was busy all day, but Yueyao always found tasks for her.
