Not far away, a wheelchair was parked in the corner, quietly watching the scene in front, and the hand on the armrest suddenly clenched.
Watching Meimei throw herself into Ye Mingmei's arms, crying, felt like a gash was torn open in the chest!
"Mr. Yu, it's getting late. The time you've scheduled with the master is approaching, we should go back." Diwu Zexuan's assistant followed closely behind Yu Xiuzhun, respectfully reminding him.
Yu Xiuzhun clenched his hands into fists, watching Meimei call out for her father amidst the crowd, his knuckles cracking audibly.
If only the people from Diwu Zexuan weren't following him, he wanted so much to rush out, embrace his little princess and tell her that her father is right here.
Watching Ye Mingmei hugged her daughter while crying uncontrollably, Yu Xiuzhun almost crushed his silver teeth and punched the wheelchair.
