Mo Yaochenn rubbed his eyes and walked over. He had cried last night, and his eyes were still a bit red and swollen. He stood in front of the coffee table, and Mo Beiyan got up to hug him, "Daddy's back..."
Tong Ran, however, was one step ahead and positioned herself in the middle. She squatted down and picked up her son, "Chennchenn, are you hungry? Mom will take you to have breakfast."
Mo Yaochenn leaned against her, his big eyes looking at Mo Beiyan, "Daddy, where did you go last night? A strange uncle pretended to be you to deceive me. I was disobedient and threw a tantrum because I thought you would never come back... I apologized to Mom!"
His voice was crisp, but Tong Ran's heart ached a bit as she listened. She hugged her son tightly, "Chennchenn..."
"Daddy hug," Mo Beiyan reached out his hand, and Tong Ran instinctively took a step back. Mo Yaochenn was caught in the middle. He turned his head to look at Tong Ran, "Mom, do you really dislike Daddy?"
