"Ayun, at noon, did you see a child crying? You came back and told me that the mother made the child cry so badly and did not even try to console him. You said, what could a one-year-old understand?"
"Yes, Sister Lan, when I came home at noon, I saw such a scene, the child was crying so pitifully," the waitress replied.
Meng Yunhan couldn't hold back her tears.
"Excuse me, where did you see this? Could you please take us there?" Yun Hao wiped his wife's tears and respectfully asked the other person.
"Ayun, you go with them and have a look. I will take over your work," Sister Lan took over Ayun's tasks and asked her to take the couple there.
"Sister Lan, what's going on here?"
Sister Lan looked at Ayun, "You may be right, the child isn't hers, but theirs. I saw that child before, on the day you took leave. If you were here, you might have recognized him."
"Well, I'll take you to have a look, I don't know if she's still there or not."
