Jian Sichen became increasingly certain of the suspicion in his heart and hugged him tightly to comfort him, "Don't worry, my Mommy is blessed with a long life; she won't have anything happen to her."
"Heh..."
Lu Youting chuckled, a hollow and ethereal sound, as if coming from the depths of his throat, tinged with a sense of unreality.
He was behaving so abnormally that Jian Sichen couldn't help but probe again, "Daddy, what exactly happened?"
For some reason, he had a strong feeling that this incident was absolutely related to Mommy.
Lu Youting leaned on Jian Sichen's small chest, his heart aching and sour, his rage turning into threads, densely wrapping around his heart, bleeding profusely, making even breathing painfully intense.
After a long while, Lu Youting regained some strength and gently pushed Jian Sichen away, his voice hoarse, "Mommy is fine, you don't need to worry. She should be back before long."