“When I grew up a little, she knew that I was working hard, so she had to earn money for her mother to spend. She’s only four years old now. What are the other four-year-old children still doing? They’re still rolling around and asking for all kinds of snacks for their parents.”
“But my Huanhuan already knows how to earn money and can cook for her mother.”
“Actually, I don’t want her to be very capable at all. I just want her to be a child, but because of my useless mother, she was forced to grow up.”
Yan Huan was overly mature. Ye Rong knew that it was not because of anything else, but because of her mother.
At this moment, a hand was placed on her shoulder, and the temperature on it almost scalded her.
She wanted to avoid it, she wanted to ignore it, but it was like air, like the wind, like a shadow, and also like a shadow.
She was smarter than most children, she knew what she wanted.
