"Yuaanyuaan, apologize to Sister Yanzi."
The boy in her arms showed no intention of moving, so she said again, "This child is just very shy, probably scared."
"We're all rural folks, adults and children alike haven't seen much of the world," Zhang Juying continued, looking a bit at a loss, "Yuaanyuaan might have found the things placed at home novel, just tell us how much money, when the child's father comes back, we'll sell everything we have to pay you back if we must."
Qiann Yan glanced at the scattered cards on the floor and examined the situation in the room.
Standing in front of her were Zhang Juying and her younger son Zhou YuaanYuaan, and there were also people from the production crew nearby, none of whom said anything, just making every effort to record the scene.
She had already recalled how it happened.
