After more than a week of visiting different children's homes after school every day, Xiao Bao had become so lively that he hopped out the door each morning from Lishan Mansion.
As the car drove out of Lishan Mansion, Ye Li glanced at the messages on her phone screen, turned back to look at Xiao Bao, and smiled warmly. "Your uncle will arrive this afternoon. When you return from Ruize's house tonight, you'll be able to see him."
The moment she spoke, Xiao Bao's expression visibly froze.
It was as though he'd been caught red-handed doing something wrong.
Ye Li paused, "What's wrong?"
"Fu Muzhi, he's not your uncle—he's your dad!"
"Xiao Bao, come back to Mom's side. Let's keep this secret together, okay?"
"Xiao Bao…"
In his ears was Lin Kerou's voice, alternating between tenderness and agitation.
In his mind, there was the image of her crying uncontrollably during both of their encounters, repeatedly apologizing.