Gao Yunya raised the corner of her mouth slightly:

"My words, Gao Yunya, always mean what I say."

Duan Dinglan didn't bother to think about why Gao Yunya made such a concession.

Her heart now flew to the other side of the lake, clinging tightly to her daughter.

…

While fishing, Song Rushuang always felt something was wrong.

It was as if someone was watching her in the dark.

Gao Cheng was interrupted by the sudden official business and could only go back to deal with it with a lack of interest.

An old man in his sixties or seventies is still as unhappy as a child.

In the end, it was Song Rushuang who comforted him and promised to go fishing together again tomorrow, which finally coaxed the old man into submission.

Returning to her princess room, before she even closed the door, she heard a voice that couldn't be more familiar:

"Xiao Qi."

Song Rushuang suddenly looked up, and what caught her eyes was Duan Dinglan's tearful face.

Song Rushuang couldn't help herself and ran into her mother's arms, her voice trembling with excitement:

"mother!"

"My baby, you're going to scare me to death!"

The mother and daughter burst into tears.

Both of them shed tears silently and cried in trembling voices. It was really heartbreaking to hear and move tears to see.

At least, Gao Yunya's secretary who was following her was very moved.

She tactfully left the room, leaving the private space to Duan Dinglan and her daughter.

As the door closed, Duan Dinglan suddenly thought of something:

"Xiao Qi, go home with your mother as soon as possible!"