"Don't worry, I've come back this time not only to visit you and the child but also to deal with the Matsushita Clan," Wang Xiaoqiang said, patting Qiao Hui's shoulder.
After having the child, Qiao Hui's figure remained as supple as ever, truly embodying the elegance and charm of maturity.
"By the way, tomorrow is Sunday, the day Wang Yi learns martial arts. Matsushita Taro will come to pick him up. Shall we stop Wang Yi from going with him?" Qiao Hui suggested.
"Blocking him won't work and would only push the child further away from us, possibly even causing him to rebel. So, let's let Wang Yi go tomorrow, but rest assured, I'll secretly follow to keep an eye on him."
"With you here, I'm relieved," Qiao Hui sighed with relief, leaning into Wang Xiaoqiang's embrace.
At this point, the servant had brought the dishes to the table, inviting them to eat. Qiao Hui called her son Wang Yi downstairs for dinner, but after calling twice without a response, she shook her head and gave up.
