"Uncle, did my mom ask you to pass any message to me?" The driver's name was Lu Sheng, a handsome young man of twenty-five, but it wasn't odd for Ming Wei, who was thirteen, to call him uncle.
Lu Sheng shook his head: "Sister Kang just instructed me to deliver these items to you. She didn't say anything else."
Upon hearing this, Ming Wei immediately became dejected: "I understand, goodbye, Uncle."
"Goodbye."
Lu Sheng said, opening the car door and taking the driver's seat.
Watching the sleek black luxury car drive away, Ming Wei turned around, lowered her head, and entered the courtyard. Just then, she heard Han Qian's mocking voice in her ear:
"Regretting already, huh? Weren't you determined to be ungrateful, sticking with your real mom freeloading off my house? It hasn't been long, and now you miss your stepmother's good side!
