Old Master An's eyes were filled with complicated emotions. He didn't say a word when he saw that Anhao was awake, but there was obvious pain in his eyes.
The old lady's face was filled with tears, but when she saw that Anhao had woken up, she forced a kind smile and looked at her.
The tall middle-aged man in the black trench coat looked at Anhao with a gaze that she could not understand. It was like he was amazed, satisfied, and relieved, but also like the dust had settled.
However, Anhao didn't care about all of this. She only heard all kinds of noises in her ears, but she didn't hear a single word of those strange conversations.
The only thing she knew was that An Ping kept calling her name in front of the An family. An Ping admitted that she was the granddaughter of the An family in front of the An family, and An Ping was calling her mother…Mother...
