Zhang Lan took a few steps forward, looking at Tang Ruan's back, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
The sound of a door closing came from the second floor.
Zhang Lan sighed in her heart, lowered her head, and gazed with pity at the innocent Rong Rui in her arms.
"Giggling..."
Rong Rui suddenly lifted his little chubby hand to touch Zhang Lan's chin, grinning widely at her as drool slid down the corner of his mouth.
Zhang Lan found it both amusing and sad, shaking her head, "Aunt Zhang hopes you won't grow up too fast."
About half a year ago, Tang Ruan asked her to come back to take care of the newborn Rong Rui.
Back then, Rong Rui was very small, all wrinkled, and quite weak.
Tang Ruan gave her half a year's salary and provided for Rong Rui's expenses for that period, then left.
Once she left, it was for six months.
Although the pay was generous, Rong Rui, for some reason, was particularly weak, falling ill every few days.
