Mu Anan watched as Zong Zhengyu took the package and handed it to the servant beside him. "Put it in the car."
The servant took it respectfully.
Mu Anan's gaze was fixed on the servant, watching her walk out with the parcel.
Zong Zhengyu watched from the side. He pressed the back of Mu Anan's head and recaptured her attention, having her look at the dining room.
"Kid, it's time to eat."
Although Mu Anan nodded obediently, she still couldn't help but look back at the door.
However, the servant had already walked out, and Mu Anan could no longer be seen.
"Just leave it in the car. It won't be lost."
"I know, I'm just..." Mu Anan muttered softly. "I just feel worried."
After all, it was too precious.
That was the only thing her mother had left her.
Not only that, but there were also some secrets inside.
However, she was too conflicted.