After Zhang Hongyun finished speaking, her crying became even more pitiable. Fan Qing felt as if a knife had stabbed into their heart, and looked toward the man driving ahead.
Tan Yiwen seemed to feel Fan Qing's pleading gaze: "We don't have any place there; you're definitely staying at some hotel, right? We'll take you there!"
Zhang Hongyun didn't expect Tan Yiwen to be so uncompassionate, but she still provided the address.
"Forget it, she should just come home with us!"
After Fan Qing dropped her off at the hotel, they suddenly changed their mind and gently pulled Tan Yiwen towards the back of the car.
Zhang Hongyun didn't know what they were saying but knew that Fan Qing was probably speaking on her behalf, feeling slightly excited but keeping it under control.
