She had no clue that the reason Yan Bo used to be silent was due to a lack of emotional investment.
Now, he had the requisite emotional involvement, and when such words were needed, he said them without a second thought — because these words were straight from his heart.
No exaggeration needed, and no embellishment whatsoever.
"The son and his mom, I'll raise both of you!"
Yan Bo said softly, as if making a promise, as if pleading.
Finally, Zhu Qianying pulled her hand away, gingerly massaging her slightly sore skin from the tugging, murmuring under her breath, "Who needs you to support us?!"
Yan Bo didn't make a sound, just kept staring at her with his deep, expressive eyes, making her increasingly uncomfortable. She fanned her flushed face desperately, turning her gaze out the window.
She didn't have sensory impairment, therefore, she could clearly feel that he was being nicer to her. However, in her view, this kindness was temporary.
