"Doo-doo-doo—"
The call was hung up.
Rong Shengsheng stared at her phone screen, lost in thought.
What urgent matter could be more important than her own biological father?
"Mommy, I want to take this little bear back with us." Miaomiao emerged from the room clutching a strawberry bear, her clean, pale face full of pleading, "The little bear and I have promised each other that we won't separate."
Rong Shengsheng patted Miaomiao's head, "Alright, put it in your bag quickly."
Miaomiao immediately flashed her tiny teeth with joy and blinked, "Mommy, are we leaving now?"
"Yes, you two. Do you have anything else you need to bring?"
Miaomiao and Qinqin shook their heads in unison, "No, that's all."
"Then let's go."
Carrying bags big and small, Rong Shengsheng led one child in each hand, hurrying to the train station.
Her clothing was very cheap, and her dark hair was carelessly tied back, making her look like a rural middle-aged woman.
