The next second, little Deep suddenly uttered two words.
Tears instantly rolled down from Ye Xingguang's eyes.
She covered her mouth with her hands in disbelief, staring at her silly son, crying with joy: "Junqing, did you...did you hear that? He...he...he just called me mama?"
So, the little son is one who responds to softness rather than harshness, is he? As long as one pretends to be pitiful in front of him, he will speak?
Ye Xingguang cried even harder: "Little Deep, say it again, would you? If you don't call me mama, it will be a sad affair."
Little Deep's dark eyes rolled around before he called out again: "Mama..."
Ye Xingguang immediately snatched her son away, holding him in her arms and kissing him repeatedly: "Good son, I just knew it, how could my son not talk, boo hoo, mama is overjoyed, call grandma, grandma washes her face with tears every day, grandma loves Deep the most."
Little Deep pursed his lips, saying in a tiny voice: "Graa...ma?"
