"Aahhh? Hehe... I thought it wasn't that necessary... not necessary.." She didn't have any other justification, and neither could she let her lies be busted out so soon.
"It's decided then." He closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat comfortably.
The children glanced at their mother curiously, why does she seem not to wish for them to acknowledge their father?
"Mother, don't you want us to acknowledge our father? If you say no, then we won't..." Su Tang pouted his lips whining, and big teardrops fell down his supple cheeks.
"Of course, it's not like that! Don't cry... you are a big boy now and where is your sweater? Why aren't you wearing it?" She nervously searched around and couldn't see it, they might have left or dropped it somewhere while checking out.
Mo Han took the blanket that was covering his legs and wrapped it around Su Tang, he could tell from the earlier panic in Su Mao's voice, that he was the weak and sickly one among the three of them.
