Looking at Ruan Wei, who resembled a frostbitten eggplant, Ruan Qun was utterly baffled, having no clue what was going on.
He and Ruan Jiaojiao lagged a few steps behind Ruan Wei, and he silently asked Ruan Jiaojiao with lip language what exactly was wrong with Ruan Wei.
Ruan Jiaojiao shook her head, not saying a word.
Ruan Wei's dejection seemed to last the entire Sunday, and he hadn't perked up even until Ruan Jiaojiao went to bed.
Today, Uncle Ruan had not returned home again, and Ruan Wei was sleeping next door. Ruan Jiaojiao tossed and turned twice in her own bed before she hugged Xiaobai, who was exceptionally cool and comfortable, and sighed, "Xiaobai, what do you think Brother Wei will do in the future, if he really goes with his mother, what then?"
"Ssss..." It's okay, Little Cutie, I'll snatch you back.
"Alas." Ruan Jiaojiao sighed, "How can there be mothers in this world who don't love their children?"
