Aunt Tong hurriedly waved her hand. "Mr. Mo, that's not what I meant, I… I… listen to how clumsy I am, I'm just worried that Xiaoling won't get used to living here."
Mo Beichen's expression was gentle as he lowered his eyes to look at the middle‑aged woman who looked all flustered. He said softly, "I know what you mean, don't worry. Xiaoling is still a child, he's going to run into a lot of things in the future. Letting him build up his ability to handle things will be good for him in the long run."
Aunt Tong lowered her head, embarrassed. She used to think Mo Beichen was too cold and aloof, not suited to take care of a child, and that it'd be better for Xiaoling to follow his biological uncle. Only now did she realize this man actually had a very soft heart.
