Less than a minute later, he asked again, "He's not really going to die, is he?"
"Really, he won't. Mommy promises you," Ji Weitian said as she saw that he seemed genuinely worried about Qin Nanyu and reached out to pick him up.
Just as she was about to comfort him, the little guy cut in front of her, "I don't care about him."
Then he haughtily turned his little head away.
The father and son were equally sulky. It was exactly the same.
He had been haughty for less than thirty seconds before he couldn't help but look up at Ji Weitian again, "He never gets sick. Is he really not going to die?"
"Trouble lasts a thousand years, really, he won't." Ji Weitian was just short of raising her hand to swear.
Just when she thought she had dealt with her son, there was a daughter, obsessed with her dad, waiting for her—
"Mommy, why would my handsome dad get sick? Did you bully dad again?"
"It's definitely because you wouldn't let Dad sleep with you. Dad got sick from being upset!"
