An Lan looked at Aunt Li's apologetic expression and quickly said.
"Aunt Li, we all know how well you treat Wangzi. To put it simply, you've treated him like your own grandson, always caring for him with such dedication. That's the reason why I felt assured leaving him in your care."
"Although I don't know why Wangzi is acting up so much, it's certainly not your fault. You don't need to apologize to me over this. That little rascal—didn't his father reprimand him just a while ago? Maybe the kid's just growing sharpness."
As she spoke, she lowered her gaze and met Wangzi's eyes. His big, round black eyes stared up at his mommy, and his little hands clutched tightly at her clothes—like he was afraid she would run away.
Aunt Li felt relieved when she saw An Lan hadn't blamed her, but at the same time, she couldn't help feeling uneasy. Zhang Ya took the opportunity to lean over, saying, "Lanlan, what did you just shove into my hands? It's pretty heavy."
