"No, I won't let Mom go!"
"Dear, Mom will be back soon. Didn't we just agree? Mom is going out for a bit, and then she will be back in ten minutes," An Ning repeatedly assured, as she looked at Qianqian's tear-streaked face, her heart truly shattered.
She promised the child for a good while, and he finally nodded his head.
Then, as she picked up her purse and got ready to leave.
The little friend, who seemed to have been convinced, again intercepted her, not allowing her to move an inch.
"Wuwu, no, you always fool me like this, your credibility has long collapsed," Yu Ziqian said uncooperatively.
An Ning was so anxious that sweat broke out on her forehead.
Wen Rufeng, who had been back for a while, came over to persuade. "The child looks so pitiful crying like that, just don't go out."
An Ning furrowed her brows. "Mom, I don't want to go out either, but..."
