Long Yang pulled her over by the waist to comfort her. "Stop imagining things. As long as Ji'er is safe, everything will be fine."
"Yes." Lu Liangwei turned around and buried her face into his chest.
She knew she should not be having these wild thoughts, but she could not help feeling moody and dejected.
Lu Liangwei felt that she owed Ji'er too much.
Long Yang rested his chin on top of her head and gently patted her back.
He understood how she felt, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Zhu Yu came over with Yaoyao in her arms.
Yaoyao immediately reached out her little arms when she saw Lu Liangwei, wanting her mother to carry her.
When Lu Liangwei saw this, she immediately extracted herself from Long Yang's arms. A smile appeared on her face once more as she moved two steps forward and took Yaoyao in her arms in one motion.
Yaoyao babbled with laughter.
