Zhou Rongrong's pretty face was filled with maternal gentleness.
For her, Li Zhiyan was always her biological son; the affection over the years was not the least bit false.
"Mom, I was scared all night long."
"You're so grown up, yet you act like a child."
After Li Zhiyan entered, he then casually closed the bedroom door.
Sitting down next to Zhou Rongrong, Li Zhiyan embraced his mother tightly; he knew that his mother must have encountered something.
"Mom, can you tell me a story?"
Li Zhiyan knew that whatever his mother was facing this time, it was definitely no trivial matter.
Otherwise, she would have told him already.
"You're so grown up and still want your mother to tell you a story."
Even though she said that, Zhou Rongrong still tenderly pinched Li Zhiyan's face.
After lying down next to Zhou Rongrong, Li Zhiyan said, "Mom, I feel like something's not quite right with you."
"I'm your son, and I feel like no matter what happens to you, you should tell me."
