Rong Yan pushed him into her room, watched him get into bed and cover up with the blanket, then turned off the light for him. In the darkness, the little one's voice was milky and soft as he whispered, "I will protect mom too~ Goodnight, mom."
Rong Yan was stunned for a moment, feeling her heart electrified, unbelievably soft. She smiled, groped her way to the bedside, kissed the little guy on his forehead, and tucked him in again before she went back to the doorway. She whispered, "Goodnight, Baby~"
Click.
She closed the bedroom door.
The smell of herbal medicine wafted from the living room, and only then did she remember that she had left something cooking in the kitchen, so she quickly rushed over.
Luckily, she arrived in time. The stove's contents hadn't dried out. Rong Yan found a damp towel, poured out the stew that warmed the stomach, and put it aside to cool, meanwhile pulling out her phone for another look. That person still hadn't replied to her message.
