Mo Qiansu finally couldn't control her emotions and held her son tightly in her arms. Burying her face in his small shoulder, she suppressed her self-blame and sadness, silently shedding tears...
After a long, long while,
she finally composed herself, "Xiaoyu, promise Mommy, from now on you must never touch those dangerous things again."
"They bullied Mommy!" The Little Demon King's face was still puffed up with anger when he thought of Mommy being bullied.
"In the future, Mommy will protect herself, and right now you're just a child, whose main task is to protect yourself! Mommy doesn't like impulsive children, even less so ones who get themselves hurt, got it?" Mo Qiansu said with a firm attitude.
The Little Demon King hung his head, and only after a good long while under his Mommy's stern gaze did he reluctantly utter a "hmm."
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