"The aunt who had been with the old lady for many years said, 'It's all because Miss Dong is Qianqian's mother, and the madam had no choice!"
"So what if she is his biological mother? Foolish, even a biological mother has no custody rights—Ningning is now Qianqian's guardian. Have they boarded the plane yet?" asked Mrs. Yu.
"They should have boarded the plane by now!"
"Ah, this is driving me nuts." The old lady, holding her walking stick, forcefully tapped it against the floor, wishing she could fly up to the sky herself and pull her daughter-in-law and great-grandson back. "It's no surprise An Ning is angry enough to want a divorce, what a mess this is."
As Mrs. Yu was sighing and lamenting, a noisy commotion erupted outside the door.
"Get away, get away from me, you're not my mom, you're just a crazy woman, a bad woman, a human trafficker; I'm going to call the police to catch you." Yu Ziqian's tender voice rose in the courtyard.