"I'll arrange for someone to take you back." Fu Rong said, noticing Ye Ranran's frightened expression.
Ye Ranran shook her head, "No need, I'll just rest for a while, and I'll be fine."
Originally, they had planned to return tomorrow afternoon, return to the city in the morning, discuss the follow-up arrangements—a plan she and Fu Rong had settled on long ago.
During the meeting, it would be her responsibility to make the announcements. If she left, Fu Rong would need to handle it personally.
Moreover, at such a sensitive moment, her absence might provoke many speculations.
Ye Ranran lay inside the tent, her gaze empty and helpless.
Just then, her phone buzzed, indicating she had received a new message.
Ye Ranran picked it up to see Jun Mochan had sent her a message, asking if she had time for a call; the baby wanted to talk to her.
Although she lacked energy, the thought of the adorable child made it impossible for her to refuse, so she agreed.
