"Huff... huff... huff..."
An Ning was really tired. She lay down on the sofa and quickly fell asleep.
Cheng Yujie looked at her daughter's demeanor and shook her head. "Indeed, they're just like mother and son. Just now, Yu Ziqian lay on the sofa with the exact same expression as An Ning."
"Yes!" An Jiancheng nodded.
Cheng Yujie rubbed her temples. "What should we do now? I don't think Wen Rufeng will care about her anymore in the future!"
"Care about what? What's there to care for? She's about to marry another man." An Jiancheng was also quite helpless. "I think, if the children have their own thoughts, we should not interfere if we can't help."
Cheng Yujie rolled her eyes at her husband. "Of course, you wouldn't want to take care of it because you have a younger daughter. So what about An Ning, what will happen? Whether she's right or wrong, it doesn't concern you, does it?"
