An Xiaxia didn't seem to notice what she had just said at all. She blinked her big eyes, which were as clear and innocent as ever.
"Xiaxia… What else do you remember?" Papa An asked nervously.
Back then, An Xiaxia wasn't only injured physically, but more importantly, she had been traumatized psychologically.
No small child could be abused for 18 months and come out of it unscathed.
Her psychological therapy had last for three years on and off, and it had gone very well the entire time.
Why was this happening now…
"Zhou Bo is coming to pick me up… He said he was going to take me home," An Xiaxia mumbled, then looked at Papa An in confusion. "Dad, but I have a home. Why is he taking me away?"
The big hand holding hers tightened its grip at her words. The pain made An Xiaxia look up at Sheng Yize in bewilderment.
"Aren't you that celebrity? Why are you here?" she asked, looking baffled.
