The word was right on the tip of Little Youyou's tongue, but she just couldn't say it.
She stuttered, a wave of grievance surged in her heart, and she threw herself into Gu Annan's arms, whispering, "Daddy, is that why?"
Little Momo didn't speak, his handsome little face unusually unhappy.
Earlier, when the recording was played and his younger sister cried next to Grandma, he remained silent.
For a long time, he didn't say a word.
His sister is playful, and in the past, when she lost a game with her playmates, they would point at her and say she was a wild child without a daddy.
Every time, he personally beat them down until not one child on the street dared to say that again.
He would always tell his sister, we have Mommy, and that's good enough, don't worry about what others say.
But he would still feel sad.
