Hearing what she said, Wang Rubing gradually recovered her composure. After carefully looking at the woman in front of her, she realized that she was the vice president of the orphanage, Pang Xuefang. She couldn't help feeling depressed because her mother wouldn't come back this time.
Pang Xuefang didn't have much contact with Pang Xuefang. When she first came here, she just greeted her casually. Looking at it carefully, she had been here for more than ten years, and her relationship with Pang Xuefang wasn't as intimate as that with Zhang Han's mother.
"Aunt Pang." Wang Ruoxin called in a low voice and lowered her head. Her tears fell down involuntarily again. She was holding a picture of her mother in her arms. When she saw the tears falling, she became more anxious.
Pang Xuefang hugge
