Rong Yan's heart clenched into a knot as she kissed his small face and quickly raised her hand to pledge loyalty, "Never, I was just thinking about how to find you, I never thought of leaving you. Baby Duidui, haven't I come?"
Li Duidui, held in her arms, smelled the pleasant and natural scent of her embrace, which lightened his sullen mood for the whole week, and his emotions gradually calmed down, "Mom, I want to go home."
There's a big house here, a grandma who loves him, and a dad, but he wanted to go home—he only wanted his family, Little Demon Rong. He didn't want anyone else.
"When can I go home?" His large eyes were full of hope.
