"Auntie, what happened to your voice?" Kangkang suddenly asked her.
An Ruo was taken aback for a moment. She stared at the little one in front of her, wanting so much to hold him in her arms and tell him that she was Mom, that Mom was back.
However, she couldn't acknowledge them; she could only act as a stranger in front of them.
An Ruo looked at him lovingly and softly smiled, "Auntie hurt her voice when she was little, so it's always been like this."
Her tenderness suddenly gave Kangkang the feeling that it was Mom speaking. This was how Mom talked to him, her voice very gentle, making him feel deeply cherished all the time.
The little one broke into a smile and assured her, "Auntie, don't worry, Grandpa Tao will surely hire you. I'll talk to him, and he'll give you the job."
An Ruo curved her lips, wanting so much to pat his head, "Young Master, thank you. You are a kind-hearted child."
