Seeing her son's delicate young face, Lan Xin Ai felt a pang in her heart. She knew Little Yan was lonely because Mr. Xi was too busy, and she had her own affairs to attend to.
Old Granny was getting on in years and couldn't keep Little Yan company every day.
Little Ran, who was in junior high, had a busy study schedule and sometimes wasn't even home on weekends.
Before he turned two, Little Yan often found himself alone at home. After starting kindergarten, he liked to tag along with her wherever she went on weekends.
He wished for a little sister to keep him company.
Lovingly patting his head, Lan Xin Ai said, "Little Yan, Mommy will consider it."
"Why consider it? Isn't having a baby just about you wanting to, Daddy also wanting to, and then just having one?"
Little Yan puckered up his tender little lips, clearly dissatisfied.
"..."
"Haha, Little Yan, you're so cute."
Lu Tian Tian couldn't help but laugh out loud; children's words were always so innocently adorable.
