Zhang Yun didn't know why, but after hearing her daughter's words, her heart was fluttering and restless.
At this moment, Shen You'an asked again, "Mom, when will Dad come home?"
Zhang Yun stroked Shen You'an's hair, "Dad is busy with work, he will come home when he can."
Shen You'an really wanted to rush to her father's workplace, but she held back.
She glanced at the calendar on the wall.
September 11th, less than a month away from her mother's memorial day.
Shen You'an looked at the gentle, beautiful yet naive and pure woman in front of her, feeling extremely anxious inside.
Soon, Shen You'an calmed down, there will be a way, there must be a way.
In the evening, Luo Xiaowan came over to deliver dinner, and Shen You'an greeted her warmly, calling her "Auntie" repeatedly, which melted Luo Xiaowan's heart.
