For some reason, the little girl threw herself into ruan Mengmeng's arms the moment she saw her and refused to let go.
Her small mouth was sobbing, and it was hard to hear what she was saying.
He could only hear her vaguely calling ruan Mengmeng 'mommy'!
"M-young Madam, this Yingluo belongs to you and the young master?" Ling bei stood behind ruan Mengmeng and asked carefully.
no, how could it be me and your eldest young master's ran ran? " ruan Mengmeng was busy coaxing the child and did not even turn her head.
The little girl was soft and delicate when she was carried. Although ruan Mengmeng did not know why she was crying, her tears reminded her of little Mianmian at home.
Unconsciously, she softened her voice and gently patted the girl's back, coaxing and comforting her.
This little girl was not the child of the young Madam and the eldest master!
Could it be that the young Madam had it with someone else?
