At the moment of farewell, someone suddenly rushed over, blocking Ruan Qingsong's path, and knelt down, shouting.
"Husband, Mr. Ruan! You cannot just leave my daughter like this, ignoring her. If you must leave, please take my daughter with you!"
This person was none other than Yuanxi.
Mrs. Zhang and the others exchanged puzzled looks, turning to her: "Miss Yuan, what do you mean by this?"
Yuanxi looked innocently at Ruan Qingsong, yet he was equally bewildered and confused.
To Yuanxi, this person seemed entirely like someone intending to walk away without a care.
So she suppressed her thoughts and simply said, "My daughter is now at a dead end, having become the husband's person, naturally where the husband goes, my daughter must go too."
"Otherwise, with no one to rely on here, my daughter fears a fate of no burial ground upon death!"
