"Yinyin." Seeing her daughter about to cry again, An Ying's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness.
Even though she didn't understand the relationship between her daughter and the man in front of her, An Ying didn't want to owe him anything. She worried that accumulating such debts could become a means for him to control her daughter in the future.
However, seeing her daughter sobbing, An Ying wished she could recover sooner and not be a burden to her.
"Mom, if you're worried about money, I have some." An Yin's sparkling eyes fell on An Ying, pleading.
"You…" An Ying urgently asked, "Where did you get the money?" As she spoke, she glanced at the man behind her daughter with her gentle eyes.
Bao Shaojin stood upright, facing her gaze with calm, his lips tightly pressed, seemingly indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him.
