The little guy sighed and said deliberately, "I think, if you had a child, your child would definitely say you're a nagging mom."
"...Really? Am I really that nagging?" An Ruo asked self-doubtfully.
Kangkang ate two mouthfuls of porridge, then lowered his long eyelashes and spoke softly, "Aunt Ruo'an, I was lying to you. Actually, your child would definitely be very happy because my mom is just like you—she cares about me a lot, so I'm very happy, and I believe your child would be very happy too."
An Ruo's gaze couldn't help but tremble as the little guy continued to speak sorrowfully, "Aunt Ruo'an, you really seem like my mom. Are all moms with children the same way in this world?"
He lifted his big eyes to look at her, with his eyes unabashedly showing his longing for his mother.
An Ruo's heart felt as if it was being fiercely squeezed, and before she could react, her hand was already uncontrollably reaching out to embrace his small body.
