Zhang Rong slowly approached, gently held Luo Jiaojiao's hand, and asked softly: "Are you Luo Jiaojiao? Can I just call you Jiaojiao?" She looked at Luo Jiaojiao with a caring look.
Luo Jiaojiao glanced at Leng Mohan and saw him nod slightly in agreement. Then she turned to Zhang Rong, nodded, and responded softly, "Okay."
Zhang Rong continued, "Jiaojiao, just call me Aunt Rong like Mo Han does. I also know your biological parents, especially your mother. We are close friends who can talk about anything."
"Mo Han has already told me what happened to you, child. It's really hard for you." After saying that, Zhang Rong hugged Luo Jiaojiao tightly in his arms, giving her warm comfort.
As Luo Jiaojiao listened, she couldn't help but feel a warm current in her heart and was deeply grateful for her concern.
She could truly feel that this care came from the heart. She shook her head slightly, thinking back to the days at her adoptive parents' home. Although she felt like a carefully packaged commodity, it was undeniable that they did give her meticulous care.
Although Luo Meihui targeted her, she did not suffer any substantial harm.
Luo Jiaojiao gently shook her head, with a hint of determination in her eyes, "I don't have much grievance, even if I leave now, I won't have much to worry about."
Her heart had long been filled with her two loving grandparents, but unfortunately, they had passed away two years ago. In her adoptive parents' home, she was accompanied more by a serious teacher than by her adoptive parents.
In the Luo family, the only people who truly cared for and loved her, apart from her deceased grandparents, were her second brother. However, in the future, she might never have the chance to meet him again.
Leng Mohan knew Aunt Rong's worries very well, and he said calmly, "I have asked Luo Jiahui to sign a severance agreement with Jiaojiao, and his household registration has been moved out. You don't need to worry about this matter anymore."
"That's good, Jiaojiao, you don't need to be sad. From now on, your uncle and I will be your relatives and your supporters. You are Xiaolan's daughter, and I will naturally love you like my own daughter. If Mo Han dares to bully you, just tell me and I will let your uncle teach him a lesson." Zhang Rong looked at Luo Jiaojiao gently and said softly.
When Luo Jiaojiao heard these words, she felt deeply grateful. In this strange world, she could actually meet someone other than Leng Mohan who cared for her so much.
"Thank you, Aunt Rong." Luo Jiaojiao said to Zhang Rong sincerely with tears of gratitude in her eyes.
"Don't say that. I've always dreamed of having a daughter. Now it's finally come true. I'm so happy. Come in and sit down first. Have you had dinner?" Zhang Rong invited warmly and turned his gaze to Luo Jiaojiao, his face full of concern.
Luo Jiaojiao responded with a smile, "Aunt Rong, Brother Leng and I have already had dinner. We are out to look at houses." She explained their purpose concisely and clearly.
"Looking at houses? Have you applied for a suitable one?" Zhang Rong asked curiously, obviously full of curiosity and expectations about their plan.
Leng Mohan pointed to the house next to hers and said softly, "The residence I applied for happens to be next to yours. When I go out on missions in the future, please take care of Jiaojiao." He made his request frankly.
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