"She's downstairs?" Tang Yi cut off the conversation before Schumann could finish. His carefree look turned into an extremely serious one.
"Yes, it's downstairs."
Tang Yi frowned, covered the document, stood up and walked out.
This scene confused everyone in the conference room. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on. Tang Yi took two steps, and seemed to suddenly remember the occasion. He stopped, looked around, and said, "Take a break first. We'll continue the meeting in ten minutes."
After saying that, he no longer cared about other people's reactions and strode out of the meeting room.
Everyone is used to seeing the calm and composed Young Master of the Tang family, or to be more precise, his indifference to everything, so seeing him in such a hurry at this moment really makes people curious.
Schumann immediately followed with the money.
Tang Yi went down to the first floor. He ignored the employees who greeted him along the way. He only looked at the poor little girl who was standing at the front desk with the taxi driver, with her eyes as red and swollen as peaches.
"Mr. Tang!" When the person at the front desk noticed him coming, he immediately bowed respectfully and greeted him.
Little Yimi also saw him now, her nose felt sore, and she called out "Daddy" with a choked voice. As soon as the two words came out, tears fell again. She rushed towards him with her small body, hugged his two long legs, and hugged him tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear.
The little guy's tears made Tang Yi's heart confused. He picked up the child and glanced at Schumann, who immediately gave the money to the driver.
On the other hand, the front desk staff and other staff who witnessed this scene were deeply shocked by the child's cry of "Daddy". What was going on? Wasn't Mr. Tang just getting married? How did such a big child appear out of nowhere? Who was the mother of the child? Miss Mo? This news was really explosive!
Tang Yi, however, ignored the gazes of others and strode into the elevator with the child in his arms. After giving the money, Schumann turned around and finally saw the little girl's face clearly.
This… Isn’t this the girl in the photo that fell out of CZ Cheng Zheng’s wallet
Why did he suddenly come over here and call Xiaowuye daddy
Schumann was confused and even more puzzled. No wonder when she said that the child looked like Cheng Zheng, Mr. Tang looked so unhappy!
"Why did you come here alone? Where's your mother?" Tang Yi asked the child after entering the elevator. He paused, then frowned and asked, "Why are you crying? You came here alone, and your mother didn't even care?"
You can imagine how dangerous it is for a child to take a taxi to such a far place.
Little Yimi hugged Tang Yi's neck, buried her little face in his shoulder, bit her little mouth and sobbed, saying nothing. She didn't dare to say anything.
She was afraid that if she told her mother, she and her mother would really be separated! She didn't want to be without her father, but she couldn't be without her mother either.
“Daddy…” After a long while, the little guy only uttered these two words. He called out again and again, staying in his arms, but crying even harder.
Tang Yi suspected that she and Zhao Chuning had a quarrel, so he did not ask any more questions, but patted the little one's back with rare patience. He did not stop until the elevator opened and reached the top floor.
Everyone on the top floor was stunned.
It turned out that the person who made Master Tang Wu leave in such a hurry just now was actually a little girl!
She brought the child to the office, laid her on the sofa, and wiped her tears with a tissue. She asked a few more questions, but still couldn't get any information.
Finally, I could only ask her, "Have you had dinner?"
"Not yet." Little Yimi was sobbing and shaking, shaking her little head.
Tang Yi called Schumann in and personally helped the little girl to order. He still remembered what Zhao Chuning had said before that fried foods were bad for children, and he didn't want to order them at first, but seeing her crying like this, he couldn't bear it.
never mind!
Let it go again and just think of it as coaxing the child!
Tang Yi took out his cell phone and called Zhao Chuning, but no one answered the call. What happened to her? Could it be that she didn't know her daughter was missing? If that was the case, she was such an incompetent mother!
"Daddy." Just as he was thinking, his trouser leg was pulled by a soft little hand.
Tang Yi lowered his eyes, and little Yimi stretched out her arms to ask for a hug. He threw his phone aside and picked up the child. She leaned on his shoulder, and Tang Yi felt incredibly soft in his heart. He asked, "What happened? You really don't plan to tell Daddy? Did you have a quarrel with your mommy, or were you bullied at school?"
He took on the role of daddy very naturally.
"… I made Mommy angry." Little Yimi finally spoke with a strong nasal tone.
"What made her angry?"
"I want daddy. Daddy, you will always be my daddy, okay?" The child raised his eyes, his eyes shining with dazzling light, and looked at him pleadingly.
Tang Yi's heart melted, and he promised her seriously, "As long as you call me daddy, I will always be your daddy."
Little Yimi had a secret in her heart and couldn't wait to tell him, but when she thought of what her mommy said, she didn't dare to say it. She just stretched out her little finger and said, "Then let's make a pinky promise. Daddy can't abandon me in the future."
Tang Yi had already disdained such childish behavior when he was four years old. But at this moment, he reached out his hand without hesitation and hooked the child's hand. "Pin it down."
"Then... can you not marry another aunt? Marry my mommy, okay?" Little Yimi pleaded again.
Tang Yi's expression deepened, "Your mom has rejected my proposal before."
In one sentence, there was a sense of coldness and loneliness.
"Then Daddy, please beg me again!" Little Yimi said as if it were a given, "I want Mommy and Daddy to be together."
Tang Yi looked at the child intently. Finally, he nodded: "Okay."
When he said this, he was shocked. He did allow his child to do whatever he wanted, but how could he let his child mess around with his marriage
If it wasn't for the child, why would he agree to propose to Zhao Chuning again? Proposing to a woman again and again was never his style.
"Mr. Tang." At this moment, Schumann knocked on the door and came in. Tang Yi regained his composure, and Schumann had already placed everything on the coffee table.
After getting all the promises from Tang Yi, Xiao Yimi was a little happier, and then she went to the coffee table to eat. Tang Yi looked at the little girl, and then looked at her phone. She didn't call him back.
"Mr. Tang, everyone is waiting for you in the conference room." Schumann reminded.
He looked at the time and found that twenty minutes had passed. However, he was still worried about the little girl.