The Gift Zhouzhou's Mother Left Her

An Ya had departed. Ye Lingfeng silently brought Zhouzhou back to the Ye family home.

He accompanied her as she watched television, and once she had fallen asleep, he gently carried her to her room.

Gazing down at his little girl in bed, Ye Lingfeng felt a slight relief, for Zhouzhou seemed to be doing well. This reassured him.

He glanced at the bag on the bedside table and couldn't shake off the feeling that the Ancestral Master had been unusually silent today, almost as if avoiding him.

Narrowing his eyes, he was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang. Quickly, he hung up, ensuring Zhouzhou remained undisturbed, then stepped out of the room.

On the bed, Zhouzhou smacked her lips and rolled over, her little tummy rising and falling with her peaceful breaths.

The Ancestral Master emerged from the statue, glanced at the sleeping girl, and gently covered her with the blanket.