"I took a leave."
Yun Xiaolei walked over to the cradle, picked up her goddaughter, and said, "Yuan Chun, today there was a malfunction at the factory, and Third Cousin's arm almost got caught in the machinery. Luckily, my brother was nearby and managed to pull him away just in time. However, a large chunk of meat was torn from the back of Third Cousin's hand. It was bloody and gruesome, with the bones in his fingers clearly visible. It was terrifying, and I couldn't focus on work, so I took leave to come here. Yuan Chun, you should go to the hospital to see Third Cousin. I'll take care of my goddaughter."
Yuan Chun fell silent.
Ever since she had her daughter, Yun Xiaoqian's feelings for her had become increasingly apparent, just short of a public declaration. But she was a divorced woman, and she knew her place; her status was not worthy of Yun Xiaoqian.
Although she didn't care about such things, how about the Yun family's elders?
Could they not care?
