In the living room, mother and son had expressed their longing from being apart. Wei Chenchen hugged his mother's neck, acting spoiled, "Mommy, are you here to take me home?"
Wei Anning patted his head, a hint of apology in her eyes, "Baby, I'm sorry, but you need to stay here a bit longer. Mommy can't take you home to live for now."
Wei Chenchen's little face fell, "But I miss home, Aunt Wu, and going to school."
Wei Anning felt sad; they had a home but couldn't return to it. And all of this was because of her. She sighed, "Chenchen, are you not happy staying at Uncle's house?"
"Happy, yes. Uncle buys me lots of toys and plays with me. But no matter how luxurious another place is, it's not like my own home." The little guy said in his childish voice, then let out a deep sigh.
Wei Anning remembered when Aunt Wu had just gone abroad, she sighed the same way. It seems the little guy learned this saying from Aunt Wu.
"But Uncle's house is your home too," Wei Anning said.
