"Dad is so sad, even I have to leave him. Dad must feel very lonely alone. I hope Dad can be happy, I don't want Mom to marry someone else."
Mo Hua paused, his hand landed on the little guy's head, and he gently said:
"But Kangkang, Uncle Mo likes your mom, and your mom likes Uncle Mo too. If we don't get married, we will be sad too. Wouldn't you want to see us sad? Besides, me marrying your mom doesn't affect your love for your dad. You can visit him anytime, and when your dad marries another woman, he won't be lonely anymore."
Kangkang looked up at him with a look of grievance, then lowered his head and muttered, "If that's the case, Mom would have her own home, and Dad his own, doesn't that make me redundant?"
Mo Hua couldn't help but chuckle: "You child, where did you get such an idea? Your mom's home is your home, and your dad's home is still yours. Uncle Mo will treat you like his own child, my home with your mom is your home too."
