"An'er, just follow me." He held the soft little An'er in his arms. Not to mention An'er couldn't let go of her mother, even Xia Chiwan couldn't let go of An'er.
For this reason, Xia Chiwan did not hand An'er into Li Xuzhi's hands.
An'er stayed peacefully in Xia Chiwan's arms, her little head with a double chin resting on Xia Chiwan's shoulder, and then she grinned so proudly.
Seeing An'er's owed debt, Li Xuzhi took a deep breath. This son was here to collect debts.
He must work hard next time to give birth to a daughter as beautiful as Wan'er, and never want to be a brat again!
"That's fine." Others didn't respond, but Yun Wangchen nodded and agreed with Xia Chiwan to take An'er with him.
Mrs. Chu looked at Yun Wangchen worriedly, and Yun Wangchen nodded to Mr. Chu, saying it would be fine.
Ms. Chu sighed. Only mother and daughter could explain this matter.
Furthermore, everything that happened was not Du'er's intention. Du'er was forced to have no choice but to forget Wan Yatou's existence.
Thinking of Li Fengtang, the initiator of all this, Mr. Chu sighed deeply.
She didn't know whether she should be grateful to Lifengtang or hate Lifengtang.
If it weren't for Li Fengtang, she and her wife wouldn't have had white hair and black hair, and gone through the pain of losing their beloved son, and Wan Yatou wouldn't have become a child without a mother to protect her, and would have been bullied.
But Chu also knew clearly that if Li Feng Tang sent Yun Qiandu back, Yun Qiandu would return to them.
For a man like Xia Boran, Yun Qiandu's life would only be worse than the one in Jue Valley.
Furthermore, if it weren’t for Li Feng Tang protecting Yun Qiandu in the Valley of Death, how could Yun Qiandu have the opportunity to save his own daughter and grandson?
Yes, Yun Wangchen, the wife of Jue Valley Valley Master, is Chu’s daughter and Xia Chiwan’s mother, Yun Qiandu!
When Xia Chiwan followed Yun Wangchen, also known as Yun Qiandu, to his mother's old residence, Xia Chiwan's expression changed.
It can be said that these three words Yun Qiandu are wounds that Xia Chiwan cannot touch.
"Aunt Yun, why did you bring me here?"
Xia Chiwan held An'er in her arms and felt a little uncomfortable in Yun Qiandu's room.
Even if her mother is gone, Xia Chiwan doesn't want anyone to touch her mother's things, not even Aunt Yun.
But when Xia Chiwan looked at Yun Qiandu standing there quietly, blending into the surrounding environment, Xia Chiwan always had the illusion that every plant and tree here belonged to Aunt Yun.
Regarding such an illusion, Xia Chiwan only admitted that it was an illusion. Otherwise, it would be a betrayal of her mother.
Seeing the discomfort and struggle in Xia Chiwan's eyes, Yun Qiandu burst into tears again: "Wan'er, I am your mother, I am your mother..."
Countless times, Yun Qiandu really thought that she was cold-hearted and cold-hearted, even if she felt cold and indifferent towards her closest relatives.
The little daughter she gave birth to was just born, and she was white, tender, and extremely beautiful.
She didn't understand emotions yet, and she didn't notice at all that when she saw Wan'er, she felt as happy as a pool of water in her heart.
It wasn't until An'er was born that she truly understood the joy of motherhood and the deep love for her children.
"Ah?!" After hearing Yun Qiandu's words, Xia Chiwan felt depressed for a moment, and his expression changed.