Han Yingying felt a burst of joy in her heart and hurriedly said, "That's great, congratulations, Rong Lin is a girl worthy of being cherished."
"Mhm," Ye Haofan nodded his head, appearing somewhat relaxed. Then he waved his hand and turned to leave.
This time, he must have really let go.
Han Yingying stood in the yard, watching Ye Haofan leave, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off her chest.
Suddenly, a small pair of hands reached into her palm. She looked down to see Shen Weitian with tears streaming down her face.
"Tiantian..."
"Mommy, I'm not sad. I want to grow up fast, become as gorgeous and likable as Mommy, so then Uncle won't abandon Tiantian."
"Tiantian, Uncle hasn't abandoned you, he just has some matters to go back and deal with... "
"Mommy, I've decided, when I grow up I'm going to marry Uncle and be together every day like you and Daddy."
