"..." Jing Yiren suddenly withdrew her hand, she wouldn't just forgive the man who hurt her so deeply.
Jing Yiren couldn't be bothered to talk to him any longer, turned around to leave, and just as she pulled open the door, she saw a small figure at the entrance.
Little Doudou, wearing a cotton white dress, stood barefoot on the ground, her round little head lifted up, her moist, round eyes wide open as she looked at Jing Yiren, her curly hair still damp.
"Mommy! Bath time!" Little Doudou's unclear articulation made it impossible for anyone unfamiliar with her to understand what she was saying.
Seeing the child, Jing Yiren's heart softened. She squatted down and touched Little Doudou's wet hair.
"Did you finish your bath? Why is your hair still wet? Let mommy blow dry it for you!"
As she spoke, Jing Yiren pulled Little Doudou into the room and sat down on the bed, then turned to Lu Ming, "Please leave! I need to dry my daughter's hair."
