Yan Xu couldn't provide any answers to questions about his own mommy.
Not only did he not remember whether he had ever called her "sister," he didn't even remember that she was the one who had given him his favorite warplane model.
Yan Xu looked at her figure frolicking with little Xiao Bao, his emotions complex. Suddenly, he doubted whether those bright smiles she had shown him lately were all just forced.
Putting himself in her shoes, he felt bad for her.
Just then, Bai Lu turned her head and complained to Zhu Qianying with a smile, "Aunt Ying Zi, you were right, he has never been willing to call me sister!"
Yan Xu's gaze collided with hers, which were filled with laughter. In them, he saw light and a hint of regret.
Zhu Qianying chuckled and ruffled Yan Xu's hair, "How about calling it out now?"
Before Yan Xu could object, Bai Lu already vehemently declined, "No way, with the way he looks and his stature now, calling me sister would be too much pressure."