Whatever he said, she did accordingly.
Crying had become her only way to express herself.
In the blink of an eye, she had already been back for a week.
Anjue promised her that he would let her see Ping Ping every Sunday.
But there were still chains on her hands.
"Can you take off the chains first? I don't want Ping Ping to see me like this."
Anjue was initially reluctant, but after considering for a moment, he said, "I can take off the chains, but originally I let you meet alone. Now, I must be on-site."
Compared to having strange chains on her hands that might make Ping Ping suspicious, Ye Xiaoyu was still willing to have Anjue present. She understood his mind, but just couldn't comprehend it.
At nine in the morning, An Bai punctually brought Ping Ping to the apartment door.
Ping Ping zipped inside and directly threw herself into Ye Xiaoyu's arms, "Mommy, Ping Ping missed you."
