"Isn't that your mom? And isn't that little girl your sister?" The driver saw him turn his head and commented again.
Sister? Mom?
Ou Jing saw the woman who had already taken away the little girl, his small brow furrowed tightly, and he had no choice but to get out of the car: "Not going anymore, you go ahead."
Huh?
Not going anymore?
The driver was dumbfounded; what kind of situation is this? Everything was going well, and now this business deal is getting ruined.
Ou Jing got out of the car and saw at the entrance of the neighborhood that the little girl who followed him down had already been grabbed by that heavily made-up woman.
"Ranran, let's go. Auntie will take you to eat something delicious."
"I don't want to go, Auntie. I want to go home now, please let me go."
"Why go home? Auntie specifically came to take you out to play, why are you being so stubborn?" Saying that, the woman pulled her forcefully again.
