"Second sister—"
"It's just a twisted ankle, not a big deal. A little medicinal wine to rub it and it'll be fine."
As they were talking, the little one had already taken out the medicinal wine from the drawer and came over to rub his mom's foot, his small hands applying force and working so earnestly that the two adults felt somewhat ashamed.
"Dongzi, you're not well yet," Manman said, stopping the little one from doing any work, took the medicinal wine from him, and shooed him to sit on the side.
But the little guy glared at her with his little eyes: "I'm a man now. Dad is not here, it's only me to protect Mom."
Because of his dad's affairs, their son was growing up quickly. Although his body was small, his words and actions were all very grown-up-like. It was quite heartbreaking for Jiang Mei. If possible, she would prefer her son to be like other kids, who just needed to play.
"Dongzi." Jiang Mei hugged her son into her arms, feeling very guilty, but not knowing what to do.
