Even if it meant picking the child up from his grandmother's house.
"Auntie Wang, I have a small favor to ask of you," An Ning, wearing an apron, approached Auntie Wang and said.
"Miss An, please tell me," Auntie Wang replied.
"Well, what's Yu Jingchen's mother's phone number? I'd like to invite Yu Jingchen's son over as well; after all, this place is also a home for the little ones."
Upon hearing this, the tag-along Yu Ziqian's eyes instantly widened.
Sister An Ning was actually looking for him?
Auntie Wang glanced at the young master and gestured vaguely towards him.
Yu Ziqian shook his head secretly.
No, Sister An Ning said she would not forgive him.
What was he supposed to do now?
An Ning was still watching Auntie Wang, so she did not see Yu Ziqian's subtle gesture. "Auntie Wang?"
Auntie Wang gave an evasive smile. "Well..."
An Ning wanted to take this essential step, gently shaking Auntie Wang's hand. "Please, tell me the child's name and phone number."