Yan Luoxi's originally low mood almost collapsed because of Yanling's words. What kind of angelic son did she give birth to? It was simply too heartwarming. She slightly raised her head, forcing the sudden tears back.
She hugged Yanling's waist and said, "Silly boy."
Yanling let her cling to him and act coy, and a surge of determination rose in his heart. He must grow up quickly, so that he can protect Mommy, protect his sister, and find the real Yanyan.
Yan Luoxi got her emotions in check, not wanting the sensitive Yanling to notice. She lightly wiped the corner of her eye and gently pushed him away, saying, "It's getting late. Go wash up and sleep. I'll take your sister to bed."
Yanling looked down at the slight redness at the corner of her eye and nodded sullenly.
Yan Luoxi stood up holding Xiangxiang, turned around, and walked out the door.
