The three of them reserved a table at a certain restaurant.
Sitting down, they ate and chatted.
Both adults noticed the little girl beside them kept making calls that went unanswered, so she started texting instead.
Unable to hold back, Qing Er snatched her phone back.
"He's ignoring you, why do you still hope to explain things to him?"
The little girl looked aggrieved, staring at Qing Er, "He definitely thinks that we wronged him, so he's angry and doesn't want to talk to me."
Suddenly standing up, Leng Xue looked at the two elders sitting across from her, "Daddy, Mommy, you eat slowly, I want to go find my father."
"Xiao Xue, sit down, you are not allowed to go," Qing Er scolded.
She had never seen her daughter so persistent before, especially toward Tang Wanjun.
He didn't trust her, didn't trust her daughter, and she really didn't understand why this child was so devoted to him.
"Mommy, I want my father, you two eat slowly, I'm leaving."
