“Little handsome, are you feeling sorry for Your Mother?”Luo Anning looked at her son kissing her in amusement.
The little guy raised his handsome head, his eyes curved, and his little mouth opened. “Yiya!”
“Ha...”Luo Anning laughed softly, her heart warm. She hugged little handsome in her arms, lowered her head, and kissed his face again and again. “You’re really Mommy’s good boy! Mommy Loves You.”
“Yiya... Yiya...”the little guy spoke in a series of fiery words. It was obvious that he was in a good mood.
The bedroom door was opened slightly. Rong Yan leaned against the wall with one hand in his pocket. The words she said in the living room and the red rims of her eyes were like thorns that pierced deeply into his heart.
