Bu Qingqing couldn't help but daydream, imagining the moment her young mistress stood on the international stage, how impressive it would be!
Those who used to criticize her, wouldn't they have to kneel and sing "Conquered"?
Wen Meimei silently finished her porridge and put down her spoon.
At this moment, the door opened, and Huo Ju walked in all dusty from outside, carrying a box of milk and a bag of nut snacks.
"Meimei, Dad bought you some snacks so you can eat when you're hungry."
"Dad, I can't eat that much..."
Wen Meimei went over to take the bag, opened it, and took a look—the contents included pistachios, sunflower seeds, and small crackers, all snacks suitable for pregnant women.
Huo Ju rubbed her little round face. "It's okay if you can't finish them, give some to Qingqing."
Bu Qingqing smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, Mr. Huo!"
Huo Ju looked at the little girl's smiling face. "Has Meimei been good at home today?"
