"I have good news that I forgot to tell you, Baby Mu can already talk."
"Really?" Han Jisen couldn't contain his excitement, "That's great, Baby Mu has finally started to speak. Can you bring Baby Mu over for dinner today? I haven't seen him in such a long time."
"Of course, I can," Xia Pengpeng replied with a smile.
"Good, I'll go back and get ready right away."
"Uncle Han, about the company..."
"Don't worry about the company, whatever decision you make, I support you, but you need to think it through yourself and not regret it later."
"I understand."
After leaving Han Jisen's company, Xia Pengpeng looked up at the sky above her head.
Even though she had made arrangements, her mood was still oppressively gloomy.
She prepared to head back, pick up Baby Mu, and go have dinner at Uncle Han's house.
On her way back, Xia Pengpeng came upon a community center swarming with people, and even the road ahead was cordoned off by police managing the crowd.
