An Ning heard the blame in her son's voice, a blame that carried indulgence as well.
Where did a child get such emotions? Clearly, he was like a little adult.
She smiled. "Son, Mom has been a bit tired recently and has some worries. You're a big kid now, aren't you?"
"In other people's eyes, I'm still a child, but at home I'm a big kid, especially in front of Mom, I'm even more like a big kid," Yu Ziqian said sensibly.
An Ning was moved to tears; her son was just too good. "I can tell you that Mom is doing serious things, so I can't look after you and your sister right now. Can you make sure your sister doesn't cry and comfort her well?"
Yu Ziqian asked very seriously, "Is this the task you're giving me?"
"Yes, can you complete it?"
"I can!"
"Thank you!"
Yu Ziqian was reluctant to hang up, worrying as he asked, "Mom, are you in danger? Are bad people controlling you?"
"Don't worry, there's no such thing."
"Really?"
