After all, he was just a child, and lying against his chest was no issue.
So after bringing him in, he sat the child face-to-face on his lap and then buckled the small bundle into the seat belt, "Don't be scared, Uncle is here."
He had never comforted anyone before, but now, having fastened the seat belt, he clumsily patted the child on the back.
Ye Xiaobao lay against his chest without looking up, but after hearing these words, the little head nodded, "Thank you, Uncle. Can we not tell Mommy, please?"
"Why?"
"Mommy will worry if she hears, and I don't want Mommy to worry."
The child's voice was soft and lacked the vivacity and liveliness from before.
Yet, at this time, he was still thinking about his mom, the woman who was also rushing towards him in a hurry.
