"I'm sorry, Chenchen, I'm sorry!" Wei Anning hugged the soft little body in her arms, listening to him talk about feeling lonely. Her heart twisted painfully; she wasn't a good mother; she couldn't even give him the most basic sense of security.
Wei Chenchen looked up and saw Wei Anning crying. He used his chubby little hand to wipe her tears, "Chenchen's good mommy, don't cry. When I grow up, I'll make lots and lots of money for you to spend."
Wei Anning broke into a smile amidst her tears, kissed his forehead, "Baby Chenchen is such a little gentleman. Mommy won't cry anymore, but for now, don't think about making money. You should be a happy child, growing up joyfully."
"But mommy will be very tired." Wei Chenchen furrowed his little brow, "I don't want mommy to be tired; I want to grow up quickly."
