"Mom, it's almost noon. You didn't eat much on the plane, did you? I'll take you to get something to eat."

An Wanhe took a deep breath, interrupting the former's reminiscence.

After all these years since you left, I'm no longer afraid of thunder.

"Huh?" An's mother was clearly taken aback. Looking at Xiao He dragging her suitcase ahead, her dislike for Chen Xing deepened.

Xiaohe has really been corrupted by them. She has never spoken to me like this before!

"Is Xiao Ning alright?"

An Wanhe looked worriedly at the scumbag woman lying in the back row, while the rich girl was wiping her mouth with a wet wipe.

"Um…"

Yu Jianing opened her eyes and looked at her, waving her hand apologetically, as if to say: I'm sorry for making everyone worry.

But after vomiting, I didn't even have the strength to open my mouth.

"It's nothing. Yu Zhiyou is probably just too weak lately, and he didn't eat much breakfast, which is why he got carsick."

Chu Moyan took out motion sickness medicine from her small bag: "Friend An, what are your plans for the rest of the time? I need to take Xiao Ning to get something to eat so she can take her medicine."

"If there's a conflict, I'll take her and leave first."

“It’s not a conflict. I also want to take my mom out to eat. Let’s go together. We’re definitely more reliable drivers than strangers.”

As they were talking, An's mother caught up, glanced at Xiao Ning in the back seat, and frowned slightly.

She knows how to conduct herself in society. Chenxing accompanied An Wanhe to pick her up, and it was definitely her daughter who would pay for the meal!

How much does my daughter earn? She's so delicate that she gets dizzy even in luxury cars, how can she eat simple meals?

Thinking that she should speak directly...