As night fell, Qiao Mo told Chenchen two stories to put him to sleep, but she still seemed heavily burdened with worry.
Little Qiao Zichen opened his eyes secretly, his chubby little hands gently holding onto Qiao Mo's waist.
Qiao Mo snapped back to reality, giving him a faint smile.
"Mama... did Chenchen make you angry?"
"No, Mama is just thinking about other things." Fu Nancheng's features flashed in her mind, causing her a headache.
"Is it related to the uncle from today?" Qiao Zichen suddenly thought, and asked again.
"Hmm..."
Blinking his big, watery eyes, recalling Fu Nancheng treating him to ice cream and buying flowers for him, Qiao Zichen decided to give him some face and say a few good words for him.
"Mama, uncle said he's like Chenchen, he made mistakes."
Qiao Mo was taken aback upon hearing this, looking at the child in a daze. "What else did he say to you?"
"Um... nothing else..." Qiao Zichen thought hard, answering seriously.
