Wen Jiaren looked at the little person before her, feeling both a pang of sourness and softness in her heart. She had thought to herself more than once how wonderful it would be if this little guy were her own son. She really liked, liked Xiao'er so much; she took to him inexplicably at first sight.
There truly is no such thing as liking someone for no reason in this world. She always harbored an indescribable fondness for him; seeing his tears made her heartache, and her heart would soften at his laughter, his closeness. It was a very subtle feeling.
This feeling was not something she could experience with other children.
As it turned out, all of this was due to the blood relation, the mother-son bond.
After his moment of anger, Mu Xiao looked at Wen Jiaren nervously. This was his mother; he was born from Jiaren's belly, not from Rongrong's. Jiaren was his biological mother. What should he do? He was so happy!
