She darkened her gaze, thinking of Mianmian...
If the information Cheng Xinghe provided was true, then Mianmian was her daughter, right?
"Whose news?" Qin Lang asked.
"It's about Mianmian," Wu Jing didn't hide anything.
Between her and Qin Lang, there had never been any secrets.
She could relax in front of him, not thinking about anything.
Qin Lang didn't ask much.
After all, Mianmian had been living here for a while, and they were already very familiar.
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In the following days, when Wu Jing returned from work, Qin Lang was never home.
The children were cared for by the servants.
Wu Jing held the child and asked the butler beside her, "Has the young master not been home these days?"
"Yes," the butler said, "Something happened in the company, and the young master went to handle it."
Qin Lang wasn't in good health, so his mother had always dealt with company matters.
He would only go personally in special situations.
