An Hao could no longer bother talking to Wang Zhong. What good would saying sorry do?
She held the child and returned to the bedroom. She was a woman and a mother, and seeing her child like this made her heart ache.
Her heart wasn't that big; forgiveness didn't come easily.
"An Hao's mood isn't great right now. Don't take it too personally, you know that anyone in this situation would find it hard to forgive so easily," Qin Jian explained to Wang Zhong.
He wasn't feeling any better either, but what could they do now?
They couldn't go and push Wang Xiaohu to hurt his head as well, right?
"I understand, I understand! Sir, let the child rest for now. I'll come back later to check on him!" Wang Zhong apologized repeatedly and left.
An Hao looked at the pained expression of Ning Chenguang, gently patting him. Words from He Fusheng echoed in her mind.
Was she really going to send the child away for a while?
