Yan Luoxi walked to the bedside, and Yanling whispered, "Mommy, it seems like Uncle Li might go bankrupt. If he goes bankrupt, how will he support us?"
"Peh peh peh, don't jinx it." Yan Luoxi quickly covered his mouth, "Don't speak nonsense, he's so capable, he won't go bankrupt."
"But what if he does?" Yanling asked worriedly.
Seeing his genuine concern, Yan Luoxi gently tapped his nose, "If he really goes bankrupt, isn't there still you, my little child laborer? By then, you'll have to work a bit harder to earn money and support him."
Yanling made a crying face, "Mommy, that's child abuse."
Yan Luoxi saw his eyes and nose scrunched together and chuckled, "Just teasing you."
"I'm not so poor that I need my son to support me." A deep, pleasant male voice suddenly sounded from behind. Yan Luoxi turned around abruptly, using too much force, she fell into the man's arms.
