Tang Yige furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Xiao Xu.
Zhang Xu sat dazedly in the chair, oblivious to the conversation between the two, staring blankly at a spot with lifeless eyes. Although her body was there, it seemed her soul had drifted elsewhere.
This state of Zhang Xu indeed made her unsuitable for being alone.
Tang Yige understood Zhang Lan's difficulties but also felt sorry for Little Rui.
If even Zhang Lan were to leave, how heartbroken would Little Rui be?
Suddenly, a hand was held tightly by Zhang Lan.
Tang Yige pressed her lips together and looked at Zhang Lan.
"Yige, Aunt Zhang wants to ask you for a favor." Zhang Lan said sincerely.
Tang Yige had a gut feeling that what Zhang Lan was going to say definitely had to do with Rong Rui.
"Aunt Zhang, please go ahead." Tang Yige looked at her and said.
"If one day I truly leave Little Rui, could you visit him often?" Zhang Lan asked.
