The boy complained with much displeasure, "Mommy, Youyou wants a hug!"
Her eyes shifted. She was about to make her way to him when Little Yichen started to clamor for the same thing. "Mommy, Little Yichen wants a hug, too!"
"Mommy, hug, hug!" the younger twin repeated with a pout.
"Mommy, hug, hug!" The older twin's voice cracked with his plea.
Their mother was rather disturbed and lost with the two little fellows by now.
She could not split herself between the two when both wanted her at the same time.
She knew very well that Youyou was still resentful of their two visitors.
Still, it was not the little lad's fault for feeling this way and for being difficult now.
In their family, for six years, there was only Youyou and her. Thus, it was only natural for her son to deem this father-and-son pair as intruders.
In fact, the boy was full of resentment and resistance.
This was not what she wanted to see.
