"Momo is too young; I'm afraid she won't make it,"
this was Wen Ran's biggest worry and what hurt her the most.
In fact, no matter if Momo had just been born for a few days, or had been for several months, or one or two years old, or even older, whenever such an event occurred, her fear and worry would not decrease by the slightest.
"Ranran, will Mo Xiuchen agree?"
Bai Yiyi asked anxiously.
She didn't understand Mo Xiuchen, but her intuition told her that the more excessively kind he was to Wen Ran, the less likely he would let her leave.
Wen Ran's face paled at the thought of Mo Xiuchen's refusal; a resolute look flashed in her eyes, "For Momo, I will make him agree."
"Ranran, don't do anything foolish," Bai Yiyi said instinctively.
The resolve in Wen Ran's eyes tightened her heart; she didn't know what method Wen Ran would use to make Mo Xiuchen agree, but she was certain it wouldn't be anything good.
