The little fellow stared at the photo for a long time, then slowly reached out a small hand to take the photo.
Jun Moyan quickly handed him the photo of Wen Xiao'ai and the photo of a little cat.
The little fellow took them in his hands, lowered his head, and looked at them seriously. He looked for a very long time, just at those two photos, and no one knew what he was looking at for so long.
Suddenly, the little fellow lifted his little face, looked at Jun Moyan, and his small mouth pouted. Tears started to well up in his eyes, looking pitiful beyond measure.
"What's wrong?"
Jun Moyan looked at the little fellow's reaction, his heart suddenly tightened, thinking the little fellow must be scared.
"Boo... Mommy got hurt, bleeding a lot." The little fellow's mouth quivered, looking deeply upset.
Jun Moyan's heart skipped a beat, and his previously cold body suddenly warmed.
