Fu Shihan reluctantly cooperated and made a pinky promise with him. Yangyang sat in his arms, crying for a long while before gradually calming down.
His face still looked aggrieved, both hands tightly clutching Fu Shihan's clothes and refusing to let go.
Su Wanxin watched him beside them and felt that no matter how sensible he usually was, he was ultimately still a child.
Looking at Fu Shihan's reaction just now, it seemed he wasn't too resistant to the idea of Yangyang living with them now.
He clearly knew that the current situation was difficult, yet he was still like this. What was he thinking...
But since he promised, he couldn't go back on his word. Otherwise, in the future, no matter what they said, Yangyang might never easily trust them again, and this wasn't the outcome Su Wanxin wanted to see.
Su Wanxin sighed helplessly. Yangyang heard and turned to look at her, his little face full of alertness.
"Mom." He spoke softly. "Hug."
"Hug."
