In my eyes—or rather, in Teddy Bear's eyes—Zhang Shan seemed sincere and dependable. He looked at Teddy Bear calmly now, but he had clearly put some distance between them, especially between Teddy Bear and the baby in his arms. His protective stance toward the child was unmistakable.
Lü Qiaolan clutched Teddy Bear tightly and said nothing.
Her silence was already a tacit agreement.
She probably agreed with Zhang Shan deep down. Or perhaps she simply couldn't think of a good way to argue back.
Zhang Shan sighed. "I'll take the baby out for a walk. About this... The baby's still little and can't walk yet, so we just need to be careful. Once he's running around, these bears..."
Lü Qiaolan and Zhang Shan hadn't hired a nanny, and neither of their parents lived with them.
From the scenes I'd seen, Lü Qiaolan was probably on maternity leave. I didn't know how the couple planned to handle childcare afterward, but there was no way they could keep an eye on the child every second of the day.
Zhang Shan carried the baby out.
Lü Qiaolan held Teddy Bear, torn, and looked at the Teddy Bears in the glass cabinet. She bit her lip.
She took out her phone, found "Greenleaf" in her contacts, and called.
I stared at the dialing screen on the phone, my emotions in turmoil.
Was this how Ye Qing had gotten the Teddy Bear from Lü Qiaolan? Then where had the wounds and dirt on Teddy Bear come from?
The call didn't connect.
I was surprised, then grew anxious.
Why hadn't it connected?
Had something happened to someone at Greenleaf?
It was 2016 now, right? Maybe it was already 2017. When Lü Qiaolan called just now, I'd only seen the contacts screen, not the date.
If it