Anning hugged Zhao Xiaomeng and sighed, "Xiaomeng, do you know how old I am now?"
Zhao Xiaomeng actually knew, "Mom is forty years old."
"Yes, I am forty. If I live to be eighty, I've only walked half of my life. I still have forty years to go. In those forty years, would you be heartless enough to let me walk alone? Don't tell me you'll always be with me. You and your brother have to study, work, and eventually start your own families. You'll have your own children; it's impossible to be with me all the time. What am I supposed to do then?"
When Anning said this, her eyes were slightly red, "Xiaomeng, try to get along with Uncle Xiao. He really is a good person."
Zhao Xiaomeng cried even harder after hearing this from Anning.
The door was pushed open, and Zhao Xiaocong came in from outside.
As soon as he entered the room, he said, "Mom, since you've made up your mind, we'll support you."
