Now, Daddy still hasn't looked at him, and the little guy has started to feel uneasy again.
She foolishly thought the world of a child is simple and beautiful, and they wouldn't think too much.
In fact, she couldn't of been more wrong.
She has always been a very unqualified mother and always tries to judge the children's thoughts based on her own assumptions.
Looking at his sensible and uneasy gaze, Qiaoxu's heart was filled with self-blame and guilt.
She walked over to Qiao Yi, squatted down slowly, and comforted:
"How can it be? Daddy just told Mom he misses Qiao Yi, but Daddy got injured some time ago, and now he's recovering, so he can't come to see Qiao Yi."
"Really? Daddy doesn't not like Qiao Yi?"
As soon as Qiaoxu's words were finished, she saw her son's eyes brighten up.
The more this happened, the more she felt guilty and blamed herself.
She stretched out her hand to hug Qiao Yi in her arms, kissed him on the forehead, and said:
