Lin Qiao understood the child's insecurity. She glanced at him and said, "What do you think? That I've left and don't want you anymore?"
Such words need to be said clearly; otherwise, the child will always feel uneasy and may develop problems.
Song Tingfan pursed his lips and nodded timidly.
"Uncle, is that what you think of your sister-in-law?"
Lin Qiao pretended to be a little aggrieved and continued, "Sister-in-law is only close to Uncle now. This is my home; where else can I go?"
Then she lowered her voice, feeling downcast, "Uncle, do you not want Sister-in-law in this house? If so, I'll pack my things and leave."
"I know Sister-in-law is a burden and will drag Uncle down. I'm sorry, Uncle. You must take care of yourself in the future." After she finished speaking, her eyes turned red, and soon large tears couldn't stop falling. She raised her head, trying not to cry.
Just standing there, beautiful people evoke sympathy, not to mention crying like a pear blossom in rain.
