But unexpectedly, Zhan Hanjue couldn't withstand his daughter's crying, tantrums and hunger strike, and agreed in less than a day.
For this, Ningwan often gave him scornful laughs.
Cold on the outside, warm on the inside, saying no with his mouth, but actually it's easier for him to compromise than anyone else.
Sure enough, when talking about this, she couldn't help but complain again.
Zhan Hanjue was speechless: "You've been talking about this matter for a year now, when are you finally going to forget it?"
"As long as our daughter doesn't come home, I'll never forget it," Ningwan huffed and puffed.
"That's why we're going to see our daughter. Anyway, there's nothing happening in Jiangcheng right now. Why don't we go stay for a while, spend some good time with our daughter, and see how Xie Yan is taking care of her?" Zhan Hanjue suggested.
Ningwan thought it was feasible and nodded in agreement.
