After feeding him, Mo Yangyang took a tissue and wiped Xie Xize's lips.
"This is how I used to feed Spicy Strips," she said with practiced movements.
"I want it in the future too."
"Then you have to ask about the Spicy Strips."
Xie Xize sighed as he thought of the spicy sticks. That brat…
"How is he?"
Mo Yangyang paused in her actions of clearing the dishes. ""I'm alright."
She was no different from usual, but she spoke less and no longer smiled. She went to kindergarten as usual every day.
In the morning, she would send him off, and in the afternoon, she would pick him up.
Mo Yangyang had asked the kindergarten teacher about the situation of the spicy sticks in the past few days.
The teacher told her that compared to before, the Spicy Strips seemed to be a lot more withdrawn and did not play with other children anymore.
In the past, he would still communicate with others, but now, he had no communication at all.
