The girl held Ning Zitong's hand and slowly loosened her grip.
She faintly curved her lips and followed with a gentle smile.
"Although Brother did contact me a few times, it wasn't him who told me this time."
She replied with a smile, looking directly at Ning Zitong with a sincere gaze.
"Mom, actually I know a friend who was also at Xiao Yiran's villa yesterday. It was him who told me that you suddenly felt unwell and Dad took you to the hospital."
Upon hearing her explanation, the doubt in Ning Zitong's heart slightly eased.
She carefully looked at the clean and beautiful face in front of her, a smile appearing on her face, and then reached out to hold the girl's hand.
"Yuan, don't leave Mom anymore."
Ning Zitong's tone carried a slight plea.
"You know, Mom's heart isn't good. Mom has already lost you for so many years and can't bear the blow of losing you again."
"Okay."
This time, the girl agreed without hesitation, her gaze firm.
