The little kid was crying. Mo Boyuan put him in the chair and started to make the bed sheets.
When the bed sheets were almost done, the little kid was almost done crying. He would sob from time to time.
He probably understood that no matter how much he cried, it was useless.
The weather on the island was a little cold. Mo Boyuan found a long-sleeved jacket for the little kid from his suitcase. Fortunately, his wife was thoughtful.
After his father put on the jacket, the little kid looked up at Mo Boyuan in a daze.
"You're not crying anymore?"
What was I crying for?!
"Yes." He pursed his lips, feeling wronged.
He reached out and hugged his son,
"Well, it's not bad here. isn't daddy still here?"
His little heart was almost comforted, and he didn't seem to be so resistant anymore.
Two small hands wrapped around his father's neck,
"Dad, Will we all live here after that?"
Mo Boyuan nodded,
