"Mom, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a young girl's voice rang out, snapping the confused pair to alertness.
Both recognized the voice as Little Sakura's.
Li Xiang Hong quickly released her grip and stepped back, parting from the man with a sense of panic as she smoothed down her hair. Not daring to look back at her daughter, she replied feebly, "M-mom is just whispering with your brother."
"What whispers?" Children are naturally curious. Just now, under the moonlight, Little Sakura had seen her mother pushing the "big brother"" against the wall and felt very distressed. She had never witnessed such a scene as long as she could remember. Although Little Sakura was already five years old and still childish, she needed to snuggle in her mother's arms after school. At that moment, with her protective instincts triggered, seeing her mother holding the "big brother" in her arms, she felt compelled to ask what they were doing.
