Yang Yike and Xu Wanjia had been busy in the orchard for the whole day. Xu Wanjia had also just cooked dinner and was already exhausted. She could not help much at the moment, so she could only bring Yang Yike to bid Ye Zhenzhen and Lin Qianqian good night before returning to her room to rest.
Lin Qianqian looked at her daughter crying her heart out, and her heart sank. She hated Wu Yuerou even more, but because she was in front of the camera and her child, she could only suppress the frustration in her heart.
It couldn't be helped. The entertainment industry didn't lack people with power and influence. At this point, there seemed to be no other way but to silently swallow this anger.
The dilapidated house was filled with the sobbing of a little girl.
Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips and her gaze fell on the child next to her.
There would always be an insurmountable gap between adults and children, but it was different between children.
