So just enjoy yourself and stop ogling other people's husbands and children... Just guard your own small patch of land well.
Too much perfection can be a kind of destructive force.
When this destructive force reaches a certain level, it can make people instinctively avoid it.
Soon, Hao Yansen and the others found some peace and could focus on playing with Little Ping'an.
It was Little Ping'an's first time playing in such a place.
He was happy no matter what he played, his little face never stopped smiling, and his laughter was music to Mo Jun's ears, so precious that it made the whole world feel incredibly beautiful.
If she could keep her child this happy and joyous, she'd be willing to do anything.
But Mo Jun also thought of Xiaomo, her other child.
Little Ping'an has been found, but what about Xiaomo? Where is he?
"What's wrong?" Hao Yansen noticed her mood suddenly shift and asked with a concerned curiosity.
