Tian Miaomiao had found the mother and son a house that was a-hundred-and-fifty square feet.
The area was just right with a living room, two bedrooms, one kitchen, and a balcony.
The decorations were simple, and the environment acceptable.
"What do you think?" Tian Miaomiao looked upon her work with considerable satisfaction.
Ji Weixi nodded and looked down at her son. "How do you find it, Jiayu? Do you like it?"
Jiayu was pouting, with a tinge of loneliness in his eyes. "Mommy..."
"What is it? Do you feel unwell?" Ji Weixi crouched in panic, her heart tightening.
"Um, no." The child sneaked into her embrace; his voice was melancholic. "Mommy, Baby wants Daddy…"
The little one had been asking for a father since their return to River Town.
Even if he was clever and a genius, he still lacked fatherly love.
"Good boy. Aren't you sleepy? Mommy will take you to bed, and we'll eat when you wake up. Alright?"
