"Of course you're not. You all have a father and mother!" Xu Qing's heart ached. She tightened her grip on Xu Hanxue and couldn't help but look down at her two sons! Seeing that their expressions weren't good, she wished she could sew Old Madam Qian's mouth shut.
"What about my father? Where is he? I want my father…" Xu finally couldn't take it anymore and burst into tears. She leaned over her mother's shoulder and refused to look up.
When Xu Tingdeng heard that his sister was crying more and more sadly, he became anxious. "Sister, don't cry. Look, at my expression!" As Xu Tingdeng spoke, he kept raising his little head. One moment, he was pushing his nose, pretending to be a piglet, the next moment, he was pinching his ears, pretending to be a puppy.
