"Mommy, Mommy..."
The little girl was not yet two years old, unable to say much else, only simple terms of address and words.
"Boss, Miss Anning is at the door; perhaps we should let her come in to soothe the child."
Beige simply couldn't bear it and eventually plucked up the courage to voice her suggestion.
After speaking, she looked at Ji Chicheng, anxiously awaiting his response with wide eyes.
Ji Chicheng's eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his handsome face was clouded with gloom.
Just then, a familiar voice came from downstairs, "Fenfen."
Beige's mouth fell open in surprise, "An... Miss Anning."
The 'thump, thump, thump' of footsteps grew closer. Beige glanced back at the staircase, then at Ji Chicheng, filled with worry.
"Fenfen."
It had started to rain heavily outside. Ji Anning's face was covered with rain, completely drenched as she climbed the stairs. She caught sight of Fenfen in tears, nestled in Ji Chicheng's embrace.
