Ye Ning saw him, so she came down to sit beside him: "Xiaobao, why are you unhappy today? Look at your little face, so sullen."
"Am I?"
"Of course, look at the little frown on your brow..." Ye Ning used her finger to gently rub her son's little brow.
He was indeed frowning his little face, and he found that ever since he reunited with his father, he liked doing this more and more, almost as if he was always trying to imitate his dad, as if he was cut from the same mold.
Ou Mucen also noticed his son's unhappiness, so he asked: "Did something go wrong at school today?"
Ou Xiaobao shook his head: "No!"
No?
If it wasn't because of something at school, it was even less likely that he felt wronged at home. With a child like him, who would dare to upset him?
Ye Ning felt a little puzzled: "If it's neither this nor that, then what is it?"
