Tang Wanyuan's expression was clearly a bit awkward, and she nodded in agreement, "Alright, let's leave now."
Just then, Ying Wuqiu came out, and she turned her gaze to him, "Let's go back. Zaozao and the others are fine."
Ying Wuqiu didn't say much, looking at Ye Zhenhua on the side, "If anything comes up, call me. I'm heading back first."
Ye Zhenhua nodded but wore an apologetic look, "The child is young and doesn't understand things, please don't take it to heart. If there's nothing urgent in the future, try not to come by, I'm afraid it might upset the child."
Ying Wuqiu, "..."
He stared at Ye Zhenhua, listening to his words, pressed his thin lips together, gave a desolate smile, and nodded, "Alright, I'll try to restrain myself from coming over. Take care of yourself."
Once he finished speaking, he took Tang Wanyuan with him and strode away, heading straight to his car.
