Wang Guihua came over: "You should go home and recover; it's better for the child." She didn't like this woman, but she still wanted the child.
Originally, she meant well, as there was a nanny at home after all, providing more attentive care. However, Yang Hongying heard it and shuddered, frightenedly hiding behind Gu Juntao.
Gu Juntao tightly held Yang Hongying's hand and looked at his mother: "Mom, can you just leave us alone? I'm begging you. Can we have a few days of peace?"
Wang Guihua staggered, stepped back a few paces, and looked at her son's face in disbelief, never imagining she would be seen as the big villain in his eyes. Her face turned pale, and she didn't want to say much anymore, stumbling her way out, her tears falling uncontrollably, suddenly thinking it would be better if she died. See how you are so unfilial!
No one cares about me, no one is concerned, even if I died, no one would care, so why live at all?
