At noon, when Yuan Chun had just finished cooking, Xiao Bao received a phone call, and his expression turned somewhat cold. "My mom and I are about to have lunch, you... I'm sorry, I can't plead for you. I'm standing by my mom's side... don't call me anymore, I don't want to answer your calls."
Xiao Bao hung up the phone, looked up at Yuan Chun, hesitated for a moment, and still said, "Mom, it was cousin calling. She said she's nearby and wants to come over for lunch, and asked me to plead for her so mom could take her back again, but I refused."
"Mom, do you think I'm being cold?" Xiao Bao asked worriedly.
Yuan Chun raised her hand, touched her son's head, and said, "That time when you were kidnapped, she came back and didn't even say a single word of concern for you, didn't even ask about you. All she could think about was pleading for the kidnapper. Such heartless relatives, I don't want to have them either, otherwise, mom wouldn't have driven her out of the Fang Family."
