After the two of them finished talking about their experiences over the past few days, An Dafu was still worried about Qiu, who was anxiously waiting at ho, so he decided to return ho.
An Ning, realizing that Xinghua had not ntioned seeing her and An Dafu embracing that day, finally heaved a sigh of relief.
No matter who Xinghua was loyal to, An Ning did not seek to have any deep bond with her. As long as they stayed out of each other’s way and lived peacefully, that would suffice.
Three days later, An Bingfeng intended to set off for the capital, but he unexpectedly received an urgent letter, forcing him to change his plans.
At this mont, Sikong Wuyou finally resolved to write a letter back to the Royal Residence and quietly set off.
anwhile, An Ning’s foot was almost completely healed. Although she couldn’t run or jump yet, she could walk steadily, which was enough.
The first thing An Ning wanted to do after recovering was to hurriedly visit the Gao Family.
The winter weather was extraordinarily cold, and An Ning wrapped herself in thick cotton clothing as she walked forward braving the howling wind.
At the Gao Family’s entrance, An Ning hadn’t had a chance to go in when she heard the sound of a child crying and soone cursing from inside.
Xiaoniu’s voice was already sowhat hoarse, prompting An Ning to quickly enter.
However, the scene inside the door made her heart ache with pain.
Xiaoniu sat on the ground beside, crying heart-wrenchingly, while the elderly Gao lady stood in the courtyard pointing and cursing toward the house. Gao Muto squatted at the doorway, holding his head in his arms, yet there wasn’t a sign of anyone else in the household.
An Ning hurriedly went over, helping Xiaoniu up and holding him in her arms.
However, her appearance instantly stopped the old lady Gao’s cursing.
Apparently not anticipating An Ning’s arrival, the old lady’s voice was full of surprise, "You... weren’t you taken away by your own father? How co you’re back?"
"If I hadn’t co back, I wouldn’t have known how heartless you Gao family are, to be so blind to your own child’s plight!"
Let’s not discuss what happened or who was right or wrong.
But Xiaoniu was only a little over one year old, barely even able to walk.
In this bone-chilling cold weather, the little child had fallen to the ground.
With his biological father and grandmother both in the yard, not one gave him a helping hand, not even to help him up, leaving him, a small child, to sit there helplessly sobbing!
This scene genuinely made An Ning furious.
Hearing An Ning’s words, Gao Muto let go of his hold, raised his head to glance this way, his face looking very haggard, but only took a brief look before lowering his head again.
Listening to An Ning, although the elderly lady Gao didn’t continue to curse, her tone wasn’t exactly pleasant either.
She just glanced at Xiaoniu, then sarcastically said, "His own father ignores him, his mother is half-dead, so why should it fall to , his grandmother, to worry!"
After saying that, she glanced at An Ning again before turning and walking away.
After hearing the old lady Gao’s words, An Ning could sowhat figure out Eryi’s current state.
Holding Xiaoniu, An Ning walked over to Gao Muto, "Father, I’m going to check on Mother."
With those words, An Ning carried Xiaoniu into the house, while Gao Muto remained silent throughout. It was clear he was in a bad mood, but An Ning was more concerned about Eryi and was holding Xiaoniu, making it hard for her to focus on him.
In the front courtyard, the elderly lady Gao hurriedly ran back, only relaxing and patting her chest with relief once she could no longer see An Ning when she turned back.
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