Yan Shao watched Zhu Qianying, helplessly leading the little one, dart into the house with a laughter-filled gaze. His heart was both warm and satisfied.
The night before they set off with their son, Chen Jing was busy packing their son's suitcase, and Yan Shao, unable to help, quietly listened on the side to Chen Jing mention some of Zhu Qianying's childhood stories.
"When I gave birth to Ying'er, I was only nineteen years old. Moreover, I was quite thoughtless at the time, only thinking about how to gain Zhu Zhizhou's attention."
"Even after giving birth to Ying'er, I wasn't aware of my responsibilities as a mother. I carelessly left her to the nannies. All of the Zhu family nannies were Zhu Shaofen's people. Looking back, I realize how lucky it was that Ying'er and Xiao Yu weren't poisoned or mistreated!"
Yan Shao only listened to these stories about Zhu Qianying and felt a heaviness in his heart.
