Situ Yunshu held her little hand, giving it a squeeze, "Of course, Auntie won't get angry with strangers."
A stranger, forcefully placing Mu Jingnan's identity within the realm of strangers.
The implication is that to her, both he and Yao Wangshu are strangers.
Mu Jingnan wanted to follow, but Yao Wangshu clung tightly to his arm. She pleaded softly, tears shimmering in her eyes, looking pitiful and frail, "Jingnan, don't go."
Don't go...
Don't leave her.
"Wangshu, let go."
Mu Jingnan turned his head, prying her hand away. Yao Wangshu held on tightly, tears about to fall, shaking her head, "No, Jingnan... don't leave me."
What's so good about Situ Yunshu? Why does it have to be her?
Why can't he look at her? She's always stood behind him, never changing her heart.
The elevator doors closed, and the scene of Mu Jingnan and Yao Wangshu entangled also disappeared from sight.
Little Nuomi looked up, "Auntie, are you angry?"
"Not angry, no need to be angry with strangers."
