By the time Yang Jian finished his meal and was ready to return home, it was already evening.
Xiong Wenwen's mother, Chen Shumei, was very enthusiastic and offered to accompany him part of the way to express her heartfelt gratitude.
Considering they both lived in the same residential area and it wasn't far, Yang Jian did not decline.
"Mr. Yang, you have been such a great help during this period. Without you, Wenwen might not have been able to come back to me. Even though Wenwen has become like this, he is still alive and as lively as before. I'm already very content," Chen Shumei said as they walked along the road.
"As for the future, I'm asking Mr. Yang to please continue looking after Wenwen. He's still a child and doesn't know any better. If he says something wrong or offends you in any way, I hope Mr. Yang won't take it to heart."
"How could I possibly take offense at a child's words? Aunt Chen, you are worrying too much," Yang Jian responded in an even tone.
