"Madam?"
The woman asking the question saw Su Xiaomeng didn't answer, seeming a bit lost in thought, and couldn't help but call out.
"Ah? Oh...he, he's busy."
Su Xiaomeng forced a slight smile; she feared that once off the Ferris wheel, there wouldn't be a so-called husband waiting for her.
"Dad, where?"
Shuangshuang was leaning close, looking down through the glass, her nose almost touching it.
Prince Huang pointed down with his little finger, mumbling,
"There...?"
Su Xiaomeng followed the children's gaze downwards, but after being on the Ferris wheel for just two or three minutes, they were already some distance off the ground.
The figures below slowly grew smaller and overlapped.
The Thames River had tens of thousands of tourists, the bustling crowd kept the metropolis brightly lit even at night.
She couldn't find Yin Shixiu's figure.
