An Wei was silent, just looking at Gu Mingyu, her little face filled with complexity.
"Weiwei, go inside now."
It was only after Gu Mingyu's car had disappeared that Aunt Lin turned to look at An Wei and spoke softly.
The little girl turned around, but she couldn't help looking in the direction Gu Mingyu had left. Seeing her action, a hint of helplessness flashed in Aunt Lin's eyes.
Throughout the time she spent with An Wei, she had come to understand this child. Among the children of her age, she was definitely mature, but no matter how mature, a child was still a child. Therefore, she still desired her father's love deep down.
"What's going on here?"
Just as Li San reached the entrance of the small courtyard, he saw a pile of things. Looking at Aunt Lin who was standing there, he softly asked, "Did Miss Xiangrong send more things over again?"
"It wasn't Miss Xiangrong."
"Not Miss Xiangrong?"