"Yeah, actually Uncle is also silly, you are my mom, how could I not take care of you? But since he made it a mission for me, I have to take even better care of you. Mom, do you want some water?"
"..."
Staring at the little rascal, she fiercely poked his smiling face that looked like a little fox's: "Did you tell him something again? Did you sell your mom out again?"
"No, no!"
Little Baozi, with a face full of innocence, was shaking his little head like a rattle drum: "Mom, how could I betray you? You are my biological mom."
So what if I'm your biological mom?
These days, it's the biological mom who gets sold out.
Ye Ning was lying on the hospital bed, recalling the scene of the little rascal borrowing someone else's phone to make a call.
It was unbelievable; she hadn't told him that man's phone number. How had the little rascal known it? If she had known he would call him, she would have never agreed to let him borrow a phone from someone else.
