"Damn it, go stand by the door and reflect on yourself," Father Fan pointed at the front door.
Fan Rou walked straight out.
But this time, she didn't just stand there; she left.
Let such family members do whatever they want, she won't serve them.
Fan Rou went to look for Ye Ranran.
It was an unprecedented moment—this time, Ye Ranran was amusing a child, but the child cried as soon as she held him, as he hadn't seen her for a long time. Now, she could only touch him through the crib.
Her eyes were full of love, the corners of her eyes and brows were all tenderness, and her whole person had softened a lot, with a divine halo around her.
That's what a mother is like, Fan Rou thought.
"What happened to you to end up like this?" Ye Ranran asked, frowning at the swelling and blemishes on Fan Rou's face.
"It's nothing," Fan Rou's eyes dodged.
Ye Ranran had guessed a little and brought Fan Rou to Shen Yuzhe: "Is there a way?"
