John earnestly extended his right pinky finger, "Then let's make a pinky promise!"
Mrs. Leng also extended her right pinky finger, "Alright!"
John recited solemnly, "Pinky promise, hang it tight, no changes for a hundred years, seal it!" He firmly pressed his finger against hers, his smile radiant, as if sealing an important promise.
Mrs. Leng sighed inwardly—she truly didn't want to deceive the boy, but they had no choice but to leave!
Qian Rouxuan quickly came downstairs carrying a suitcase. She had only packed the belongings John had brought with him earlier; everything else purchased by the Leng Family parents was left behind.
John obediently held onto Qian Rouxuan's hand and bid farewell to Mrs. Leng. The scene was tinged with melancholy.
After seeing them off, Mrs. Leng went upstairs and pushed open the door to John's room. Nothing had been touched inside, except his small figure was now missing.
