Zhizhi had no idea what was happening, he just stared blankly at Yuran, his dimples shallowly denting his smile, softening Yuran's heart in an instant.
She leaned in and kissed his chubby cheeks, "Good boy, why don't you go downstairs and eat with dad while you wait for mom, okay?"
Observing the interaction between mother and son, Bo Yan didn't say much, but watched silently, waiting for their interaction to finish before pinching Zhizhi's cheeks.
"Say goodbye to Mom."
Zhizhi, not understanding, rolled his big dark eyes between the two, and Yuran sighed, "Qi, Zhizhi seems, well, not that smart."
Bo Yan: "..."
Zhizhi probably knew his mother was speaking ill of him, he split his mouth and started bawling.
Yuran made a noise, greased her feet, and vanished in an instant.
Watching her swiftly departing figure, Bo Yan was torn between laughter and tears as he gently soothed the weeping Zhizhi in his arms, whose long eyelashes still bore tears, looking pitiful.
