Chu Anche's eyes met Xiao'an's pitiful expression.
His heart softened, and he handed the phone to Xiao'an.
Xiao'an immediately smiled with delight, speaking into the phone, "Uncle, I'm Xiao'an, can I talk to Auntie?"
Chen Qianmo was startled, then quickly understood.
Recalling that Xiao'an was also a pitiful child, he handed the phone to Yan Qingruo.
Yan Qingruo was taken aback for a moment, then took the phone, and when she heard Xiao'an's timid, tender voice in her ear, her heart immediately softened.
She quickly asked, "Xiao'an, are you doing alright? Nothing's wrong?"
"Xiao'an is very fine, Auntie," Xiao'an said upon hearing Yan Qingruo's voice, his face lighting up with a radiant smile.
This smile, even Chu Anche was taken aback.
Truly, he had never seen such an expression on Xiao'an's face until now.
Maybe it was because he had rarely paid much attention to Xiao'an.
After all, his mother was such an unknown woman, even Chu Anche could not remember her properly.