Yu Jiangqing leaned against the elevator and watched as Ding Ning opened the door. He wanted to see when she would realize that her son was still wandering around in someone else's house.
After Ding Ning opened the door, she suddenly thought of something and secretly spat at herself. Then, she turned around and went to pick up her son.
It was alright. She hadn't forgotten about her son yet.
When the little monkey saw his mother, he waved his little hands and wanted to hug her. This was the time when the little person was most excited every day because his parents were coming to pick him up.
Ding Ning took her son and thanked Mother Qian. Tangerine was still sleeping at this time, so she could carry her son away.
Ding Ning now had the feeling that every night when she picked her son up, she was snatching people away from tangerine.
