The apple in Little Fatty Rong Rui's hand, half-eaten, fell to the ground.
Seeing Rong Rui's reaction, Zhang Lan sighed inwardly.
In recent years, Tang Ruan seldom came here to see Rong Rui. In the past, she would visit once or twice a year, but for the past two years, she hadn't appeared at all.
If not for the living expenses and salary regularly deposited into her account every six months, Zhang Lan would have thought she planned on abandoning Rong Rui.
Moreover, there weren't any photos of Tang Ruan in the house, so it was no wonder the little guy didn't recognize his "biological mom."
Zhang Lan approached, crouching down to be eye-level with the dazed Rong Rui, "Little Rui, it's mommy."
Rong Rui just stared at Tang Ruan, his soft little face somewhat pale.
"Little Rui, go to your mom, okay?" Zhang Lan knew of Rong Rui's longing for a "mother," so seeing him frozen in place with no expression, she couldn't help but feel a bit anxious and urged him.
