Ji Wei's mind was in turmoil. She couldn't wait another moment and hurriedly packed her things before rushing downstairs.
As she passed by Aunt Zhu, her footsteps paused, and her gaze, hidden behind dark sunglasses, fell on the baby in the swaddle.
The little one had fair, tender skin; his long lashes trembled slightly, and he slept soundly with a pacifier in his mouth.
An An was now six months old, and Ji Wei hadn't left the house alone during that time. She felt a pang of reluctance. Gently biting her lip with her teeth, she hesitated only for a moment before turning around and striding toward the exit.
"Madam..."
Aunt Zhu was stunned by Ji Wei's blonde wig earlier and, just as she snapped out of her daze and tried to call out to her, realized Ji Wei's figure had already disappeared through the door.
Where could Madam be headed, wearing a wig and sunglasses?
Aunt Zhu's eyes were filled with deep confusion.
