Tang Zimo, who almost thought Guoguo had gone missing again, breathed a sigh of relief; at least Yang Fan wouldn't harm Guoguo.
But what's wrong with this guy, why did he take Guoguo away?
She had made it clear yesterday, yet he still doesn't trust her. What else can Tang Zimo do?
After hesitating for a long time with no solution, she had to go look for Guoguo; she wanted to see what this guy was up to.
Tang Zimo got through to Yang Fan's phone. When someone picked up, it was a familiar voice: "Mommy, come back."
"Guoguo, give the phone to your daddy, no, to Uncle Yang Fan, no, to that guy Yang Fan..." Tang Zimo, who got all tongue-tied, even laughed at herself.
After a while, Yang Fan's voice came through: "What do you want?" Yang Fan's tone was quite cold.
"You're asking me? Who told you to take Guoguo?"
"I just took her, so what are you going to do, bite me?"
"You..." Tang Zimo was speechless; this guy was still so arrogant. "Where are you now? Give me back Guoguo."
