Xiao'an rarely saw people and was always very wary of strangers.
When he first saw Yan Qingruo, he felt a dependency on her.
Now, as he spoke to Jian Shuyao on the phone, he wasn't the slightest bit afraid; instead, he felt very comforted.
"Aunt Shuyao," Xiao'an dutifully said, "Aunt Shuyao, Xiao'an is playing with puzzles, but I've played with so many, many puzzles, and now I'm a bit bored..."
In the voice of the child, there was a hint of dejection.
Jian Shuyao's heart felt tender, "Where are your daddy and mommy then?"
"Daddy is working overtime and hasn't come home," Xiao'an's voice sounded downcast. It was because Chu Anche hadn't come home that he had dared to secretly call Yan Qingruo; he just didn't know that it was Jian Shuyao who answered the phone.
Xiao'an wasn't repulsed by Jian Shuyao's questions; on the contrary, he felt quite dependent on her.
"I don't have a mommy..." Xiao'an said disheartenedly.