Having shaken off the people who were following them, Pei Yibai and the others quickly returned home.
The creamy-white villa gradually came into view, and Song Weiyi gazed at the house with an expectant look.
The gate slowly opened, and the car drove in from the outside.
After parking the car and getting the luggage out, she picked up her child.
Auntie Wang heard the sound of the car and came out of the house to greet them.
"Madam, are you back?"
"Good afternoon, Auntie Wang."
"You've come just in time to have lunch."
Song Weiyi was slightly startled, "You all haven't eaten yet?"
Auntie Wang pursed her lips and smiled, "Madam hasn't come back yet, so we're not in a hurry."
Song Weiyi let out a dry chuckle, having thought that at least Pei Yibai would have gone after having lunch.
"Oh, it seems I've forgotten something."
She glanced at her son, then at the luggage, and finally remembered that the roses were still on the back seat.
"Wait for me."
