The little girl covered her face, shaking her head in embarrassment. "I'm so embarrassed, so embarrassed."
Her coy little demeanor amused both Qi Xiaoxiao and Qi Helian, mother and son.
Qi Helian bent down to pick up the little girl, still looking at her with a face full of affection.
Seeing this, Qi Xiaoxiao's heart ached for him again. She patted Qi Helian's shoulder encouragingly, "Son, listen to your mom's advice. There are plenty of good men in this world, and good girls too. Perhaps you have what it takes to win over both, and even if you end up with a little baggage, Mama can accept that."
As she said this, she turned to glance at Ji Anning, held in Ji Chicheng's embrace, her eyes suddenly moist. She sighed, "Ah, our Helian is so rarely fond of someone."
Her tone was tinged with guilt.
It was rare for her to be so concerned about her son's affairs, yet she felt powerless.
