"Mum, are we leaving?" Xiao Nianmo looked at Xia Yihan, blinked his eyes and rubbed his little hand in perplexity.

"Well, yes, Xiao Nianmo should be obedient." Xia Yihan felt guilty inside. She felt sorry for Xiao Nianmo.

"I'll be good, Mom." Xiao Nianmo stared at the villa dully. He was familiar with everything here. He stood at the door and said goodbye to the flowers and plants reluctantly.

Xia Yihan sees in the fundus of his eyes, and his heart also floats on a kind of inexplicable sadness.

After a short time, Xia Yihan packed up his stuff and put everything in the car.

The nanny came forward, frowned...