She knew that the wandering children were often curious and longed for their birth families, but in the end, whether they wanted to return depended on what kind of family environment they came from and how the wandering children were currently living.
Pingping's situation was a bit different from other wandering children because he had Anan, who had been relying on each other for survival, and the two had long become an essential part of each other's lives.
After dropping these words, Qiao Jing walked straight out of the office and came to the end of the corridor.
At this moment, the two little ones were standing together, talking about something, but all that could be seen was Anan hanging his little head low.
As Pingping took a step forward, Anan stepped back.
Pingping anxiously stretched out his hand, trying to grab Anan's hand, but the latter dodged it.
Seeing the interaction between the two, Qiao Jing frowned slightly and walked up to them.
"Pingping, Anan."