Her original intention was to lie down all day and let Gu Jiangnian take care of the child.
Unexpectedly, the little one would come up every now and then calling "Mom".
And sometimes come up just to check on her.
Whenever she was about to fall asleep, she was woken up time and time again.
By the end of the calls, Muwan's temper flared up.
Propping herself against the edge of the bed, she glared wide-eyed and yelled at the little one: "Is your mom dead? Why do you keep calling for her?"
This shout.
Scared all heaven and earth.
Mr. Gu was standing by the window, originally having a phone meeting with Cao Yan and others.
And Jiang Muwan's angry shout.
Unmistakably penetrated into the ears of Junhua and a group of vice presidents.
Scaring the vice presidents into silence.
"President Gu, should we end here today?"
Cao Yan somewhat cautiously spoke up.
Mr. Gu made a sound of agreement.
July.
One evening, Mr. Gu came home to find the little one kneeling pitifully.
