"I want to hear your answer again."
"Jin Qingyan, regardless of how horrendous you become, I'll still love you as much as I do now and I'll never leave you, you three-year-old kid."
He nodded and smiled in satisfaction.
An Xiaoning had a hunch that Jin Qingyan was feeling insecure and seemed to be afraid that she would leave him and never come back again. That explains why he keeps asking me the same question again and again. I didn't give him the security he needed.
She wiped her lips and rinsed her mouth before saying, "Piggy, shall we have another dog?"
"Another dog?" he asked in astonishment.
"Yes, another dog that's as spiritual as Maomao. It can be our beloved pet."
"You were so upset when I told you that Maomao had died of an illness and even said that you don't want a dog anymore. Why do you suddenly want one now?"
