"Let's first go to see your father. I want to see whether in his heart, his own flesh and blood is more important than that woman." Lan Lan patted her daughter's shoulder comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, silly little girl, mom's got your back."
"Okay."
Lan Lan acknowledged, wiped her tears dry, a small smile appeared at the corner of her lips but quickly faded.
After mother and daughter made up their mind, they went directly to Lan Xinhan's company, it was easy to guess that An Yuqian must be at the company at this time.
When Yong Xiaoman, with a dark face, led her daughter into the company with a bit of aggressiveness, the receptionist didn't dare stop them; but still took the liberty of making a covert call to the president's wife.
An Yuqian was resting in a compartment of Lan Xinhan's office when she received the call.
"All right, I got it, thank you."