Xiao Hu would usually be thrilled, but today his mood was downcast. Children are actually quite sensitive and can often detect the atmosphere of their household almost instantaneously.
His mother had cried all night. While crying, she muttered to herself, bitterly mentioning Dad's name, so he vaguely guessed that it seemed Dad had done something wrong.
Still, Xiao Hu managed to smile sneakily at He Xuerong.
Qiao Qingyu released her hand and whispered to He Xuerong beside her, "Rongrong, go play with Xiao Hu for a bit. Little aunt and your Aunt Li need to talk."
Rongrong's ability to understand language was getting stronger by the day. As long as she stayed by Qiao Qingyu's side, she felt especially safe. So, the little girl obediently and cleverly walked up to Xiao Hu. Xiao Hu scratched the back of his head, then took He Xuerong's hand and ran off to play in the sand in the corner of the courtyard.
