But for John, who was brushed aside by Leng Mohao without a second thought, things were not so easy.
Mrs. Qian glared at him with a severe expression, interrogating him sternly: "Tell me, what is going on?"
Earlier, the Leng Family's driver had coldly delivered the child to her door, and her gut told her that something was seriously wrong. Why was the delivery done by someone else, and not her daughter?
Where had she gone? If she was still at the Leng household, why send the child back here?
Wasn't this contradictory?
She had wanted to ask a few questions, but the driver left without saying a word.
Her heart was pounding with unease; could it be that her daughter had done something wrong to offend the Leng Family?
But then again, that didn't make sense either—after all, John was still their child. Sending him back like this, might it mean they no longer wanted him?
John stood timidly beside the sofa, not daring to lift his head and meet his grandmother's eyes.
