At two in the afternoon, Wang Junchen parked the car steadily in front of the orphanage's main gate, then turned to his wife and said with a smile, "We're here."
Ye Wanhua nodded, "Mhm."
The big iron gate was then opened by the dean.
In the past, they always used the small gate at the back, but this time Ye Wanhua chose the front entrance.
She had thought it through and no longer wanted to hide.
Clearly, others were the ones who had done wrong; she should not have to live so cautiously.
The children from the orphanage had already been waiting in the yard, and as soon as they saw Wang Junchen and Ye Wanhua approach, they immediately surrounded them with joy.
"Aunt Ye, Uncle Wang!"
"Good kids."
"The dean said you're from Huang City, so will you live there from now on?" a little girl clung to Ye Wanhua's hand and asked curiously.
"Yes, that's right."
"Why aren't you going back to Country Y anymore?"
