Mu Wanqing saw her daughter with tearful eyes, and immediately felt a heartache beyond words. She quickly put on a warm smile and coaxed, "Baby, Mommy is here... Can you see Mommy? Mommy went back to our hometown for some matters but will be back tomorrow, okay?"
Maybe it was the sound of her mother's voice or her smile, but little Wen Ya, who had been upset for a long time, finally calmed down and stared at the phone screen with her big, watery eyes.
Seeing that this tactic worked, Wen Zhan let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.
Seeing this, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but chuckle.
Thankfully, the children grew up with little trouble. If they had both been high-demand babies who cried all night long at the slightest provocation, wouldn't he have been scared into running away from home, severing the parent-child relationship?
"Muamua..." little Wen Ya couldn't help but call out, reaching her chubby little hand towards the phone.